POSTING PICTURES OF MYSELF BC WHY NOT??? HOLA!

POSTING PICTURES OF MYSELF BC WHY NOT??? HOLA!

New York-based artist Kim Keever drops paint into water-filled aquariums to create unpredictable abstract displays of color and form.

I will stop talking about the sun and how its warmth in the morning reminds me that I am here and you are there. Or how it tells me that my skin longs to feel your own warmth on nights I cry myself to sleep. I will stop writing about the garden that you planted on the tips of my fingers and the galaxy that you have placed on my chest, seeping through my pores and into my veins. I will no longer put words like they’re puzzle pieces to shout to the whole world how the moon is the quintessential beauty — luminous, giving, imperfect — and how I’m willing to be your moon. 

I am sick and tired of hearing, reading, writing, breathing in, living of metaphors in every sunrise. And I will stop hiding behind them whenever I want to say something. Whenever I want to say that I do love you.

I love you. And it’s the purest and most beautiful way to tell you how my heart whispers your name at 5 in the morning and 12 midnight (and in between those times).

I love you.

I DON'T USUALLY LISTEN TO THEM BUT GOOD GRIEF THIS IS TOO AWESOME TO MISS

Been inactive-ish lately because of exams. Yes, we still have exams and classes until the 23rd. Anyway, how've you been? Hope you're having a blast! Lest we forget that 2015's just around the corner pls. HEHEHEHEHE.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility (via wordsnquotes)