sometimes it’s better to let the silence do the talking

4.26am (via glassbonespaperskin)

White

You, with the tousled hair, the red flushed cheeks And out of breath, Stand There. Looking Looking at something that is just Right There but cannot reach; Been running and searching But cannot even touch. Hands tingling, Ankles bare, Hearts pounding. Take A Step And You With the sleek back hair, Tortoise rimmed glasses and clean cut suit. Still trying to remember What you needed What you wanted What you hoped for What you dreamt of And Now Still Stand There

The Beach, Sally West, oil on canvas, 2015

the contrabass saxophone is such an absurd instrument

My grandpa texted for the first time in his life today and he spit straight wisdom out of the keyboard

I want to come home to silence and chips