This Is What I Like About Photographs- They Are Proof That Once, Even If Just For A Heartbeat, Everything
This is what i like about photographs- they are proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult
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Texting sucks, lets have deep conversations and roll on the grass instead.
“Love who you love while you have them. That’s all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you’ll never run out.”
— Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory
Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.
What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?
Give me your hands
My soul will sleep inside of them
Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.
When God holds the paintbrush.🤌