warningtakecover:

to think that whilst in the bath

i almost used the hairdryer to show me god

and his electric eyes. 

the funeral would be a closed casket

(to keep the suds in.) 

i will not dwell on dreams or 

fear to sleep: my head needs rest

and my body needs you. 

instead i will find god in the shadows

that lurk beneath my eyes. 

i was told that stardust made us

and on spring nights i will feel them

each grain, each grain, each grain

and they will be golden.

on that momentous night 

i will be glorious. 

kidlove:

“I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.”

Scene work scheduled for 4:30pm… 2 hours later and I’m still sat there. ;(