seafoam and sunset
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Emily Dickinson- Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain…. X
Wendy Cope ‐ I love you. I’m glad I exist. X
driedsquidfairy:
A poem I shared with my Grandma
girls nights and burial rites
pretty girl poetry clubs every full moon in the astronomy tower. spilled tea and flickering candles. dancing ‘til your feet are numb and your heart is still.
dedicated to those moments when you look at your friends and try desperately to hold onto the present, knowing full well you will grieve for this tomorrow
whoever allowed me internet access at the tender age of ten deserves a life sentence and a few hail marys to seal the deal
“the book ive been reading rests on my knee. you sleep. it’s beautiful out there - fields, little lakes and winter trees in february sunlight…your hand in my hand, still warm, still warm” - wendy cope
you dear, dear man. how i adore you
