and the world has been turning

time’s passing

everything:

fast.

and I,

at my own pace

happily and in contentment.

and I held my pen again, after moments

but my words felt lost: verses are strangers

they hit off on the first rhyme, but don’t feel right on the next line

my words, they found home in you

now, they’re just familiar. feelings I knew

but I guess that’s how the writer and the reader should be, just –

acquainted.

♤

1anonyymous1:

the idea of coming home to the love of your life is so soothing and nice I can’t wait to look forward to that

z-ndjenja:

I just want my kids like “wow mommy and daddy are really in love”

@savanzyelalferia @serene-epiphany

neptunesdesire:

Details: Die Römische Ruine in Schönbrunn, Carl Moll - 1892

thealfaguy:

You give them too much, too often they forget it’s a privilege.

though Typhon’s stormwaves be: lawless

–breathe, and be

reminded, Apollo’s son: you are dauntless