It's a beautiful realization when you realize that the walls were always there, and the tapestry was already being woven; stitched with memory, laughter, heartbreak, and all the love you didn't know you were collecting. You've been building all along.
“Some people inherit thrones. I inherited metaphors.”
Every time I read stuff you write, whether shared or private, I step into your home. The scent of unfamiliarness yet comfort creeps through my skin like goosebumps. It tugs on my heart, an urge to find out more about this peculiarly gorgeous girl. Every time I hear the conversations you have with yourself I steal a line. I’ve never been as much of a reader as you, never particularly had that curiosity in classical, beautifully curated writing. I’ve always been a poet, a painter with my words, yet somehow you’re perfectly plated sentences, as if a chef’s blood, sweat and tears, speak louder to me than any of my poems ever have.
So I resort to adopting. I paint my own home with lines from you, with paintings of you. You every word is the act of a tweezer’s perfectly placed leaf. I relish in each dish you create.
Your house is beautiful, borrowed sentences only stay borrowed until they touch your lips. Once they roll off your tongue, you own them. Every book, person, experience and memory, you own them. Your roots feed on them like endless pockets of energy in your soil.
Your home is perfect, just as much as you. And every single time I step in it, I wish I could build my home right next to you; maybe even run an ivy from my window to yours :)
You coloured temperatures with mature thoughts and accurately placed words in this one. Absolutely love it, can’t wait for you to show me around more, and maybe someday know your home as well as my own.
I feel unworthy of harboring such a beautiful comment down in my comment section when it's good enough to be a piece of its own. I have no words that will make my reply even a fraction as beautiful, so I am left with just assurance. Assurance that I'll take you through every room in my house and that you are always welcome. There's a comfy seat and a hot beverage awaiting you <33
beautiful, as always. i hope to build a house of my own, but after reading this, i realize maybe i already have one
Incredibly sweet, thank you!
It's a beautiful realization when you realize that the walls were always there, and the tapestry was already being woven; stitched with memory, laughter, heartbreak, and all the love you didn't know you were collecting. You've been building all along.
Exactly! In the end we are made up of everything we love and everything we dont, whether we’re aware of it or not
This is so nice. I definitely felt at home 💕
I’m so glad 😌
“Some people inherit thrones. I inherited metaphors.”
Every time I read stuff you write, whether shared or private, I step into your home. The scent of unfamiliarness yet comfort creeps through my skin like goosebumps. It tugs on my heart, an urge to find out more about this peculiarly gorgeous girl. Every time I hear the conversations you have with yourself I steal a line. I’ve never been as much of a reader as you, never particularly had that curiosity in classical, beautifully curated writing. I’ve always been a poet, a painter with my words, yet somehow you’re perfectly plated sentences, as if a chef’s blood, sweat and tears, speak louder to me than any of my poems ever have.
So I resort to adopting. I paint my own home with lines from you, with paintings of you. You every word is the act of a tweezer’s perfectly placed leaf. I relish in each dish you create.
Your house is beautiful, borrowed sentences only stay borrowed until they touch your lips. Once they roll off your tongue, you own them. Every book, person, experience and memory, you own them. Your roots feed on them like endless pockets of energy in your soil.
Your home is perfect, just as much as you. And every single time I step in it, I wish I could build my home right next to you; maybe even run an ivy from my window to yours :)
You coloured temperatures with mature thoughts and accurately placed words in this one. Absolutely love it, can’t wait for you to show me around more, and maybe someday know your home as well as my own.
I feel unworthy of harboring such a beautiful comment down in my comment section when it's good enough to be a piece of its own. I have no words that will make my reply even a fraction as beautiful, so I am left with just assurance. Assurance that I'll take you through every room in my house and that you are always welcome. There's a comfy seat and a hot beverage awaiting you <33