Sometimes a person’s hands
are the only words he knows.
Bronwen Wallace, from: “Woman at the Next” (via learningfromthehands)
Love is our essential nutrient. Without it, life has little meaning. It’s the best thing we have to give and the most valuable thing we receive. It’s worthy of all the hullabaloo.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Life and Love from Dear Sugar (via learningfromthehands)
If you listen closely to this poem,
you can hear the ocean
that’s living inside of you.
Today, we can try our best to forget the storm,
but the crumbling walls give away the secret
we try so hard to bury.
Destruction is always happening so loudly,
but we pretend not to hear it.
Baby, how can you stand the wind here?
You deserve better than constantly
having to hold yourself down.
I know it hurts,
and I am not forgiving the skies
for what they did to you,
not after the last time,
but if we have to learn how to walk again
after always crawling through glass,
then I’ll hold your hand as we stumble.
You’re raining poetry,
and I’m never using an umbrella again.
You’re the only one I know who can make
a mess look beautiful.
You’re the only one I know who
can wear it so well.
Y.Z, It’s okay if you don’t know where you’re going (via rustyvoices)
I love rains which carry desires
I searched for myself
my own skin.
Maybe the sun will explode and the moon
will fly out of orbit. Maybe I will burn so fast
there won’t even be time for me to think of you
Title: 3055 Artist: Ólafur Arnalds 10,255 plays
3055 by Ólafur Arnalds
Some songs feel like tears on foggy days. The hope that the light will poke through.