She speaks so many languages and none of them have words,
made up instead of signals, chemical signs, and the moon’s clues.
She can whisper lullabies to boulders,
and she is friendliest to moss,
because she can feel it breathe,
there are a million ways to breathe,
and she knows this.
There are bluebirds nesting in her hair,
there are spiders who gave their finest woven work to her,
because she knows that moths,
are just butterflies who were born without their own light,
so instead they chase flames,
just like the rest of us.
She knows that every dew-drop can be an ocean,
depending on whom you ask.
She can grow a forest with a glance,
and trees will lend their leaves to her,
because they know she’ll give them back.
person: whats your sexuality?
I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don’t want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there’s gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts.” -andrea gibson
oh and i watched Frozen with my mom.