as is the sea marvelous

from god’s

hands which sent her forth

to sleep upon the world

and the earth withers

the moon crumbles

one by one

stars flutter into dust

but the sea

does not change

and she goes forth out of hands and

she returns into hands

and is with sleep….


the breaking

of your



my lips

—"As Is The Sea Marvelous" by E. E. Cummings (via wild-flower-lover)

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I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

—Andrea Gibson, Slip Your Mind (via larmoyante)

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