"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in
I was like you, I never saw it. it took a while, but it started to appear everywhere. it was when he hit that note that made my eyes water and my goosebumps jolt awake in the song I fuelled on repeat for days as a crutch. it was how someone would bite their lip when they told someone they loved them, even if not to me. it was in observing others, it was when I would unearth a laugh from somewhere inside me yet to be discovered, let alone fit for words. it was in every Have A Good Day, and each Thank You and Please and You Look Wonderful Today whispered and shouted and sang from person to person. it hid itself under every guitar riff and hit of the drum that would get the air caught in my chest every time I listened. it was at two o’clock in the morning when I would think of a line of poetry that just fit nice and snug among the others. it was when I dove into the pool for the first time all summer, and the chlorine attacked my skin making it ice and fire at the same time, and I felt like a cannonball of elements. it was walking with my friend in the middle of the night and pretending we were rulers of the streets, only because we were the only ones on them. it was every polite smile and snort of laughter and falling in love with people and books and sunsets and learning the lyrics to the furiously fast parts of old rock songs. it was there I found it, life.
For Those With Death In The Beds Of Their Nails And In The Backs Of Their Minds (via deathlusted)
The things I write about you are not pretty.
For example: You are the ugly way I feel about Los Angeles, mouth a smear like sunset singed with citrus burns. Hollywood hill is a smashed pomegranate against your scorched teeth. All the stars walk the red carpet while I write sonnets to your mouth. It’s been too long since the last time we spoke, I’ve forgotten what everyone else looks like — your hands are trees made of smog, and they have taken root in my lungs. I wish this city would burn to the ground.
For example: The last time I fell in love, I broke all the dishes in the kitchen and bled out on the floor. You were not good for me. You held the bandaids, but I told you to put them back in the drawer. I loved being so broken for you — your heart was a hospital without the healing. My parents never taught me that being loved for your wounds was wrong.
For example: Tonight, I am falling asleep without you. I’ve had bad dreams ever since we met, things about dark-haired women that die because they never ran fast enough. I never ran fast enough. I’m still learning what it’s like not to find your face etched into the wood of my floorboards, and I’m failing miserably. You were not good for me.
For example: You were not good for me. You were California burning, and my lungs couldn’t take it. You were not good for me. You were a broken spine I couldn’t set; I was a scab you always picked. You were not good for me.
For example: Get out of my poetry, nobody wants to read about the ways we broke. Get out of my poetry, this isn’t about you anymore. This is about Los Angeles and how much I hate the sky. California wasn’t good for me — nothing about dying is pretty.
As a native of Toronto, Canada, it comes as no surprise that Zak Cassar’s boyhood dream consisted of playing professional hockey. At the age of five, Zak’s father put a camera in Zak’s hands and began teaching him about the composition of photography. When he began seeing the beauty of the world through the lens of a camera, Zak’s dreams took on a whole new view. The magic he could create ignited a passion in Zak for still photography and began his love affair with the camera. Zak began his career in music photography; filming bands, concerts, live promotions and interviews. In 2010, Zak’s major breakthrough in film photography came in the role of “book photographer” for the TV mini-series. When Zak isn’t behind the camera, you will find him playing hockey or football, sailing, or focusing on the underwater world he has created in his salt water aquarium.
people giggling is pretty cute by itself but when someone that youre attracted to starts giggling it could extinguish a million stars and topple nations with the force of the power unleashed