Now ask me what I am, I’ll tell you all of the above and none of what they’ve ever listed. I will say I have never cared to be nearly as much as I cared to become. We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a new born, blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.
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Andrea Gibson, The Jewelry Store [x] (via yousaidfiveminutes ) |
but I could never make dying beautiful.
The sky didn’t fill with colors the night I convinced myself
veins are kite strings you can only cut free.
I suppose I love this life,
in spite of my clenched fist.
wanted to hold your heart to my ear like a sea-shell
til i could hear the tides of every tear you’ve ever cried
then build islands in the seas of your eyes
so you’d see there’s land to swim to
fuckyeahunconventionalhotties:
It’s really, really lovely to see someone’s face light up with passion when they do something they love, regardless of what it is. That, good sirs and madams and persons, is sexy.
Requested by a dear friend, book-spazz.
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.
“
| — | Andrea Gibson (via swanseatflowers) |
Just like my firefly heart is still right there in your glass jar; I never trusted anybody more to poke enough holes in the lid.
“
| — | Andrea Gibson, “How it ends.” (via jlynnmaille) |
Jewlery Store- Andrea Gibson
I can guarantee a haircut will never tell you anything about someone’s gender, who they love or how they fuck.
but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met.
You were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat.
And I wish you were here,
I wish you’d never left,
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very, very best.
…If there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure,
it’s that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug,
leave me so fuckin’ broken,
there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights
I cried so hard
the stars died.
But I’m like,
Go ahead. I’m all yours.
— Wasabi by Andrea Gibson
Lover, I smashed my glass slipper to build a stained glass window for every wall inside my chest
now my heart is a pressed flower and a tattered bible
it is the one verse you can trust
so I’m putting all of my words in the collection plate
I am setting the table with bread and grace
my knees are bent
like the corner of a page
I am saving your place
now my heart is a pressed flower and a tattered bible
it is the one verse you can trust
so I’m putting all of my words in the collection plate
I am setting the table with bread and grace
my knees are bent
like the corner of a page
I am saving your place
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| — | Andrea Gibson, Maybe I Need You (via theedgeofnight) |
