A Sugar-Filled Life

Your mother warned you about places like this.

sapphicdalliances:

the world is incredible. there are girls in this world, and there are also dogs. you can put melted cheese on any type of potato.  sometimes flowers grow even when nobody is there to water them. right now on this same planet where we live there are people who are in love with each other kissing each other on the nose. emotions and colours are both things that exist. everything is so great

(via luxurious-luxe)

By the time the weekend roles around, I am so eager for it to begin that by Thursday night I end up enjoying myself far too much. Therefore, I spend the remainder of the weekend recovering. 

**Lifts glass to self-awareness**

Happy Thursday. 

Morning Ballads (unedited)

For it does not satisfy the burn upon my tongue 

the embers dancing upon hill-tops and mountains 

it will not satisfy. 

For today waterfalls swim from behind my alabaster shore-lines 

and I float among the currents that do not need me.

Morning dew will arrive with agendas edging their momentum.

They shall

blubber

and utter

on and on

about it all 

about it all

and it all

and it all 

and the nakedness that is still yearned for 

even when skin is free upon flesh and sunsets 

It will be mumbled as a subtle reminder that what I long for,

what my mind salivates for and my body aches for, 

is not part of world covered in the dues of the morning.