#dear-oceanus

all of ur female character posters look so professional and well made!!! keep creating <3

isn't it funny how the sky can feel bigger than itself sometimes? like the clouds cradle more than just the stars in their palms and airplanes skip along stepping stones that we can't even see? and you've heard poets sometimes say that the heart is like the sky, something to look up to when times are rough and what brings rain and storms crashing down. god knows i'm as changeable as the air, and you are as breathtaking as a sunset and lasted just about as long, so maybe there is some truth to that. well either way i'm just looking at the way the clouds look tonight and wondering if you'll ever look up to try to find me again.

OCTOBER IS / apple cider heartbreak sealed with honey-lined lips / palms pressed to the earth worshiping the turning of the tides / sunshine mixed with rainfall mixed with spending wishes on people who were meant to leave / stars, neverending stars / waking up to everything dying and calling it beautiful

I WANT TO CUT THIS MOMENT INTO MARBLE, I WANT TO TRANSFIX MY JOY ONTO STONE. I WANT PROOF THAT I HAVE FELT THE SKY ON MY FINGERTIPS. I WANT MONUMENTS TO SHOW THAT I HAVE LOVED THIS LIFE BEYOND ANY OTHER. I WANT HISTORY TO FORGET WAR AND COMMEMORATE THE FACT THAT AT NINE I WANTED TO KILL MYSELF AND AT NINETEEN I WANT NOTHING MORE THAN TO EXTEND LIFE INTO INFINITY. I WANT PAINTINGS TO MY FORTITUDE, EPICS TO MY COURAGE, SYMPHONIES TO MY RESILIENCE, SONNETS TO MY EVERLASTING JOY. I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW THAT I AM CAPABLE OF MORE THAN CARVING SORROW OUT OF MYSELF AND THAT I ALWAYS WILL BE.

i have lone wolf syndrome /  i have forgotten / how to add myself in / after i have removed the puzzle piece / and snipped all my connections / and have felt so much better / after being / untethered you'd think i was raised in the wild / with my hair / standing up on its end / every time someone touches me without me / seeing the look in their eyes / without knowing whether / i could call them friend / or foe / or other but it's so easy / to lose yourself in solitude / to take so much joy / in your own company that / to touch someone else seems / vile / seems / unnecessary / to survival / at least not in the wild / where i was raised by wolves / and i'm not afraid to admit it

i followed you because you're in the supernovaeclub and i wanted to get to know more of them, and then you ended up being a super great friend with a fantastic blog! <33

T-R-A-N-S-F-O-R-M to unmake (undo, uncreate) what once made bones iron (steel, lead) and then remake (redo, recreate) the heart with satin (silk, leather) until you learn how to feel (smile, laugh) once again.