"My sails are always ready, my anchor always stowed. And though I found my harbor, I set sail again, because that’s what ships were meant to do."
-- Prescott Reynolds
I KNEW I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOUR SON WHEN

fleurishes:

he taught me how to ride a bike for
the first time. I was nervous from the
understanding that I was too old to

try to learn how to do this now, but he
was patient. There were children at
the playground who stared at us as I
gripped the handlebars too tightly. His

hands were the training wheels and
when they fell away all I could think 
about was making it to the wide span

of his arms as he stood waiting for 
me to peddle back to him. It took a
bruising to 
both knees and an elbow 

to learn that he would wait for me no
matter what kind of shape I was in
when 
I returned. This is how I love

your son: in bicycles, in long stretches
of summer heat, in the drive back to
his house where we take turns studying 

each other’s knees scrupulously under 
the soft light of a setting sun. The first 
cry belongs to the cicadas. The second 

is entirely our own. 



❝If my red eyes don’t see you anymore
And I can’t hear you through the white noise
Just send your heartbeat, I’ll go
To the blue ocean floor
Where they’ll find us no more
On that blue ocean floor❞
(Justin Timberlake, Blue Ocean Floor)


vvolare:

“Devil Fool” by Lua Ocana



lalaalynna:

Beautiful.

lalaalynna:

Beautiful.

(Source: Flickr / jpfichman)


pr1ncessleiaa:

Just another bad life choice: assuming 0° is hot enough to wear a dress to work…

pr1ncessleiaa:

Just another bad life choice: assuming 0° is hot enough to wear a dress to work…



Madewell Shoes O_O

a.k.a. what I will be spending my first few paychecks on. Can I just have them all?

And while we’re at it, ModCloth has a great selection too. I need them for work, so it’s justified, right?


(Source: vitapois)