see a penny , pick it up.

Some people can step into your life and change it in an instant. Thank you for doing that for me. You showed me love, when I couldn’t show it myself.

26 notes, June 30, 2014

Reblogged from drewtrinnh, 3 notes, June 30, 2014

2dopeforschool:

420 blaze it

2dopeforschool:

420 blaze it

Reblogged from 2dopeforschool, 38 notes, May 26, 2014

2dopeforschool:

The set up.

2dopeforschool:

The set up.

Reblogged from 2dopeforschool, 56 notes, May 26, 2014

Love.

Love.

Reblogged from jontielle-deactivated20140621, 20 notes, April 28, 2014

When you wake up in the morning, what do you see?

I see the future. I see hope. I see the world at my fingertips. Every color is a brushstoke, every shape is a sculpture.My life is what I make of it. And you are the muse, the inspiration, and the ideas that transpire the abstract, coming into existence through my art. I am simply a pair of hands that is blessed enough to do your beauty justice.

The world is bland without your love. The universe is ugly without your light. And I am nothing without your inspiration.

6 notes, April 25, 2014

Fire.

22 notes (4,831 plays), April 15, 2014

If beauty were a drop of water, I dare say you’d be the ocean. If kisses were snowflakes, I’d send you a torrenting blizzard. And if one day you stopped loving me, the heavens would fall and my world would be consumed with nothing but a dark blanket of hopelessess.

Darling, you have so consumed my world that I no longer believe in universes because the only stars in the sky are reflections of the sparks you create when we touch. I no longer see planets because the only celestial bodies above us are imitations of your fluid physique. And truly, you’ve become everything I see, hear, or speak. But my perceptions deceive me.

I am blind. Because you are a kaleidoscope full of colors that I don’t remember learning in elementary school. I cannot hear you clearly; your words blur into melodies that only angels themselves dare sing. And I cannot taste the chapstick on your lips. Darling, I’ve lost the taste of your sweet lips. I can only taste the next ten, twenty, thirty years ahead of us.

But I feel in my heart that although I sing only words of praise for you, words are mere combinations of vocal utterances that poorly convey the mental ramblings of a mind so cluttered with thoughts of you.

And only you.

34 notes, March 28, 2014

Bae, you killin’ it.

Bae, you killin’ it.

(Source: drewtrinnh)

10 notes, March 27, 2014

Second Chances.

I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and wonder what you’re imagining. Even though you’re only a few inches away, your mind is lost in a dream somewhere a world away.

They say the world is my oyster, and I’ve luckily chosen the one with a pearl. If you want me to write about my love for you, I can do that. But I believe that words are the mere stitching of letters that spell out nothing more than false promises and melodic fibs. Instead I plan to prove it to you more than anything. Every day I’ll strive to give you a small piece of what you’ve given to me, and I pray that you stay by my side for just a bit longer.

We have much to see together, and this is only the beginning. I want more days with your laugh, your sass, and your stubborn tendencies. I crave more nights with the comfort of your body against mine, and the soft whispers of your breathe as you snore silently beside me.

When I met you, I needed someone who could understand the sides of me I couldn’t even comprehend, and you’ve been exactly that for me. With unfaltering patience, you’ve held my hand when I never believed I was worth saving. If I was a lost cause, you were my lighthouse; if I ever had a chance at love again, it would only have been with you.

When you fall in love with someone for the second time, everything becomes a bit scary. You worry about being damaged goods and I felt for the longest time that I was just that, but you showed me that even damaged goods can be repaired. When you fall in love with someone for the second time, things can be jarring. But then it happens. Someone loves you again, and finally, you’re able to sleep again.

(Source: drewtrinnh)

65 notes, March 13, 2014