(via recovery-has-set-me-free)
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE LIFE CHOICES I STILL COUNT USING MY FINGERS
AND I SING THE WHOLE ALPHABET TO SEE WHAT LETTER COMES NEXT
I STILL HOLD UP BOTH HANDS AND MAKE AN L SHAPE TO REMIND MYSELF OF LEFT AND RIGHT
I STILL HAVE TO THINK OF AN ALLIGATOR EATING THE BIGGER NUMBER TO USE THE < AND > SYMBOLS.
I STILL RUN CLUMSILY UP THE STAIRS ON MY HANDS AND FEET LIKE A FREAKIN LEEMUR CHEETAH HYBRID
(via recovery-has-set-me-free)
(via adventurouzz)
Sleeping next to someone, not with someone, is perhaps the most intimate you will ever be with another human. In sleep, we are completely defenceless. We are soft and supple and childlike. Our hard exteriors falls away when the sand hits our eyes. The way you sleep, with your face softened and your arms wrapped around my waist, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I am not an artist, but I may become one just so that I can capture that moment.
(via heartbreakshappiness)
