Jen. Unconditional lover. Relentless explorer of mind, body, soul & land.
my heart.

my heart.

this is for you.

For the earth and all of its inhabitants; for you

I exist only to lie my palms delicately on your shoulders,

Maintaining your gravity and rising to the occasion

where your chills rise up to meet my skin, now rougher

than it was when I first realized I had mystic hands.

For you, I set fire to the hearts of all who look at you

as if you could be partial, a piece, an only something

of the grand everything that you really are; impartial.

With my eyes alone I hold you so dearly in my arms

that I try desperately to stretch across an entire world

so filled with this poisonous partiality; I sometimes

cannot breathe because I want so desperately to give

of my lungs; I cannot feel my heart because it is too

busy traveling the world; it is too busy occupying your chest.

I want to fill you with a richness that cannot be attained,

I want you to know that nothing can be more beautiful, more

aware and worthy and absent of pain. I want you to know

that your hands are nothing shy of the ones that built the

structures you sometimes stare at in awe, and your knees

bend no less than the ones that have climbed to the tops of

those places you enjoy photographs of; They bend.

I exist only to let you know that this world is not what it

has been made, but what it is made of, and too many people

who are not you cannot see the difference between those.

Sometimes I cannot either.

But I will love you when you go down, and I will give you my

hand when you are ready to get back up, and I will fall down with

you if the strength of your force makes it so. I will believe in you

and I will forgive you no matter the cost; and see, sometimes

I have looked upon this willingness as a curse, but I see now

that it is nothing short of seeing an aching world for its worth;

I see now that the only thing to wish for is that it be contagious.


Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
- Walt Whitman (via weaverofstars)

(Source: life-itself-is-a-quotation, via backshelfpoet)


NDFD. not down for dishonesty.


I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via dispo-medegente)

Me too.

(Source: larmoyante, via myunmyu)


the traveling mouse.
I don’t know who this is by but I wish they were my best friend

the traveling mouse.

I don’t know who this is by but I wish they were my best friend

rubyetc:

dem eyebrows

I’m not sure why I love this

rubyetc:

dem eyebrows

I’m not sure why I love this

(via seaofpapercups)

homebuildlife:

A beautiful range of ceramics by Rennes. Speckled patterns on turquoise, white and tan jars and mugs create a rustic look. Image via Rennes

pretty ceramics

homebuildlife:

A beautiful range of ceramics by RennesSpeckled patterns on turquoise, white and tan jars and mugs create a rustic look. Image via Rennes

pretty ceramics

(via ghreat)