Anonymous asked: what have you eaten so far today?
haha it’s only 3.15pm here!
two coffees, two bananas, a small yoghurt and a glass of orange juice however if you must know…@19 hours ago with 1 note
i had an odd dream and awoke feeling kinda sad and melancholic. I’ve been beating myself up quite a lot recently and this week hasn’t been helping…
but now I’ve had two double shot coffees and I feel like I could punch a fucking hole through the wall! (:
I’m still learning and still growing as a person/man, even though I’m 26 this year, and it’s a bloody scary journey, but I’m enjoying learning all of these things about myself - with or without the help of caffeine (or you).
I suppose what I’m trying to say is that we all need to be patient with ourselves and our feelings and come to understand how our mind and bodies work. Once you do that, you’re invincible. Once you come to love yourself and everything, literally everything good & bad that your body and mind have to offer you, nobody can stop you because it’s a form of armour you know? It won’t happen overnight but keep at it and one day it will all become clear.
I’m going to make more of a conscious effort to keep trying hard. I can’t get Garnet Portrait to do well if I’m feeling sorry for myself everytime something goes wrong eh?
Right, now to finish this coffee and then save the world! *loud slurp* *smashes through window with dramatic cape flowing effects*@21 hours ago with 11 notes
your skin ripples like the waters surface
surrendering to my touch
your hair moving as gentle
as the wind across the field
the bones of a god move with you underneath your flesh
and even they shall yield
to my lips
and the siren song
that calls forth from them
Anonymous asked: that text post about trying to be a better person really inspired me. thank you lewi, i'm going to try hard too. p.s. your poetry is amazing.
you’re more than welcome, and i’m glad that it did. we just need to remind ourselves of the great things we’re capable of (: && thank you for the compliment too!@19 hours ago with 1 note
the Angel’s recompense
were dusty white wings
and a book of hymns
spelled out in blood and chalk
i set them out to sea
the salt waves devouring paper so easily
for i have my own feathers
given to me
by the trials i have overcome
the love I have lost & won
and on these winds of change