I'm Sorry For Being So Sappy, But I Wanted To Show You Guys Something.

My favorite genre of scene with the Straw hats is when they're all frightened they're going to get killed by a big big scary monster and Luffy looks at the creature like he's gonna befriend a tiny cute beetle

I kinda want to try and find it myself now, or maybe just explore

the paris catacombs are 1000x more fucked up than i imagined

I want to hug them

kittyposting!

1 - this one goes out to anyone who was forced to run the mile and could never get under 10 minutes

2 - unrestrained summer fun

3 - little kitten terrorizes playmat city, 300 dead, 4000 injured

I WANT TO READ ALL THE BOOKS, STUDY ALL THE LANGUAGES, ADMIRE ALL THE ART... BUT I AM JUST SO TIRED!!!

Pocketful of Stars

I carry a container full of stars in my pocket.

I hand them out to cashiers as the card processes. Like a little crow handing out shinies. Never know who needs a star to make their day.

Once while in the mall, I passed a perfume counter with a girl with sad eyes. I paused. No transaction. No reason to stop to interact, but those dark sad eyes.

I walk back and hold out the container, tiny knickknacks tinkling in the motion.

“Hello, would you like a star?”. It’s awkward. But very little grace is needed to offer something pretty and shiny.

“Why?” Her response is unexpected. Intense. Shocked. Staring with import at the container.

“Just a cute thing I do. Never know who needs a star.”

I feel sheepish. Usually it’s a quick interaction, a star offered as a receipt is passed. Too quick to process the idiosyncrasy of the moment. Too sudden to not be excited for a cheap little star made out of stone.

“My best friend just died.”

Her face is lowered, sad eyes looking at the stars in the myriad of hues.

“She had an entire sleeve of stars. Tattooed all up her arm…”. She traced an invisible path on her skin with delicate fingers.

She looked at those stars and the strange giver with significance. She chose her star of onyx and asked for a hug, happily given.

Coincidence. Miracle. Serendipity. Mundane magic. Whatever it was.

You never know who needs a star.

Love

I always default to the body as a metaphor for love

For the love I have always know has purely been body

I found it was a perfect description of love

And that is not entirely wrong

But its true in ways I have only recently discovered

The body is a beautiful place

All the parts working to stay alive

The marks of others burn like brands, the showings of my submittance

Yours are a reflection that my body is strong, marks I look at and smile from the memory

I wake up from nightmares that were the sounds of their footsteps

You lure me asleep through your heartbeat

I try and connect what I though was love and what love actually is

I cant

They are such separate entities

You are the dark humor, beautiful souled, complex, warm, wonderful person I’ve fallen for

Each future plan I can imagine has you in it

Even each step in my walk

You are in it

In my mind

What a place to be in

I love you more than words even have the capability of expressing

Each sunrise is a reminder that we are here

Human

Alive

Breathing

You have taught be to be grateful for that

So love

Lets make it to sunrise together, in fact

Let’s make it for so so many more

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