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When We Talk
When we talk I Feel the universe course through me
I’m
In a state of such harmony everything aligned.
When we talk
It’s
Like it doesn’t matter that You’re there and I’m here
An entire ocean
Wont keep us apart
Look, see? you make me beat with sap
Happy sappy, sappy words that
leach out because they’re true
I fucking love you!
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Two years ago I had like five friends, I never went anywhere or did anything, and I only dreamt of playing music for people. To think of that time and where I am now is mind blowing. The amount of friends I've made because of the music scene fills me with such joy. The fact that I can be having a really shitty day and go to a free show to see a bunch of good friends do what they love is amazing. How so many of them can tell I'm not doing okay and talk to me/hug me is the best thing to ever happen to me. How people legitimately enjoy the music I help create, and look forward to hearing it again is truthfully all I've ever wanted and needed. I'm really so happy with how my life has turned out(even if I try to convince myself otherwise for some reason) and I know that I am loved.
im officially a cat and im dating a puppy tbh
For a Kitten held heart
Sparkling in the moonlight like the amber in thine eyes. Volcanic expressions of words make thy heart drum out rapping noises against thy chest. Swirls of forgotten sorrow by the wonder of safety from thine arms. Twas once a lost squirrel in search of something more than a nut. Now bountiful with wonderous thoughts and musical laughter. Tell thy a story with thy fingertips. Countless tales sliding from thy lips. Succulently sweet kisses in the night, followed by arms enraptured; holding thy tight. Blessed be for such a gift not begotten from the heavens, but from a simple message sent with hope unbridled. Cherish the days that continue on, for this squirrel will continue being thankful as the world outside this seemingly beautiful illusion carries on. 2-14-13
