just a jar with flowers and stuff
"I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed."
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via elauxe)
diary/sketchbook entry from early may, 2014
"don’t look at me"
another sweet summer love (on the edges of my sick imagination)
failed burnt colors
past shadow blurs
last splashes of water
a lazy noon beside you
the light is not abundant indoors because natural sunlight will bring you stronger memories
she is counting your back freckles as the sun goes down, already missing you (and the summer you raised)
i want to tattoo these days
because i want the memory to hurt
that summer is back again every time i fall in love
(is it possible that i collect people’s memories so vividly and accurately that they’re actually very close to what reality once felt like for them?)
summer is something i transformed into a metaphor because it makes me miserable if i use other words: she is not me but you are still you that summer and back today and i miss it more than i missed myself there.