sometimes when my brain is congested, it coughs, and words come out.


i felt the flood,
its trembling lips
warm and violent,
exchanges of air
currents and waves
washing over
and destroying

the dark purple and the luminous
the freckles of planets and suns
(this is how we kissed the sky)
standing under an infinite universe
with the bravery to breathe and love.

i will build you windows
so you will be in sunlight.
i will tear down ceilings
so you can see the stars.

“When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you’ve got two new people.”

—   John Steinbeck

thanks for all the cool questions! i tried to answer them all either privately or the ones i posted. let’s do it again! but for now i am off to sleep.

all of you are awesome, hope your weeks are beautiful.

blackhairedmetalhead said: how'd you come up with 'thedustdancestoo'?

i have two ideas behind it i suppose (though they somewhat correlate).

1. i have always loved when a beam of light (sunlight through a window, a projector or flashlight beam) reveals dust floating. it to me, showed some secret life of dust, as if dust is always there, even when we don’t see it, dancing in the dark.

2. i always loved how in myth and folklore, how we (humans) have been described as being created from the dirt, or dust. whether that is dust of the Earth or stardust, we came from humble beginnings, yet we are complex and beautiful creatures. we are able to love and think, breathe and dance. so it’s just a sentiment on the beauty and magic of our humanity.

probably too much thought into my blog name haha, but i normally over think everything. that’s just me 

smist999 said: How do you miss something 
that doesn’t exist... How do you live life without it
 once you know it does?

it’s easy to miss something that doesn’t exist, because our minds and souls are always yearning and hoping for something more. so if we see something we don’t have, something we think is better, we will create in ourselves a sense of longing for it.

the second question is more powerful (and complex) i think. C.S. Lewis wrote,  

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

he’s basically saying that with love and the experience of beautiful things comes the chance that you can lose it, and thus, experience the pain of that loss more deeply and viciously than if you had never loved. Lewis is writing from a broken heart, having waited his whole life to have fallen in love, only to have her taken from him a few years after, because of cancer.

his sentiments are quite true though, and anyone who has lost someone they loved (a friend, a companion, a family member) can relate. i lost my father when i was in high school, and i cant tell you how much pain i’ve felt, but i’d experience that pain again if it meant having experienced all the wonderful moments i got to share with him.

so it boils down to whether we are brave enough to love (because it does indeed take bravery). do we have the courage to face the unknown, the potential heartbreak and pain?

Tennyson famously wrote, “Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all 

i’d agree with that, because there is so much beauty in human connection, in love. it’s the essence of life.

I’ll end with E.E. Cummings:

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.” 

that pretty much sums it up. 


listenout said: grampssssssss. why did our band break up?

because other than you, we had no musical talent :/ also, we didn’t have any songs, which didn’t help our cause.

…we gave it a good run though didn’t we?

intersol said: Can you describe the first time you fell in love using colors as your primary descriptor?

i was a shade of red, she was a shade of blue.
and i wanted desperately to live the rest of my life
in some perfect shade of purple. 

adimlylitmirror said: When is a door not a door?

when it’s a(jar). and hopefully a(jar) full of nutella.