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

mock cover for my nanowrimon novel: THE DESTINATION OF LOST THINGSgood luck to all the other writers out there working on novels this month! may you have the courage and energy to continue on and finish your story!also, any other NaNoWriMo authors who want to friend me, find me on that site: the Dust Dances too or on twitter @dustdancestoo and we’ll encourage each other through the month as we write!

mock cover for my nanowrimon novel: THE DESTINATION OF LOST THINGS

good luck to all the other writers out there working on novels this month! may you have the courage and energy to continue on and finish your story!

also, any other NaNoWriMo authors who want to friend me, find me on that site: the Dust Dances too or on twitter @dustdancestoo and we’ll encourage each other through the month as we write!

if you ever become a ghostfeel free to haunt me.
- thedustdancestoo

there is nothing in the dark
except shivering
and pieces of moonlight,
a warmth pressed against
shadows,
in which
the history of our skin
is rewritten.

thedustdancestoo:

i exist
in moonlight
and the fever sighs
of Northern constellations
drifting
and breathing
beneath
my fingertips.

(Source: thedustdancestoo, via thedustdancestoo)

hot cocoa and a new book.

we are like precipitation
in movements
and temprature falling
through atmosphere
a crystallization
when we love.

ps: i’m writing a novel. 

is it odd that i want to be a forest with you?
secrets and breath
roots drinking from the earth
alive and growing old together
towards the stars
and when we die,
beautiful stories will be printed on our skin.

i am
in your hands,
broken pieces
(of poems
and skin)
a sort of beautiful
deconstruction.

and i wished your lips
would keep telling me
stories.