dip your toes into summertime and keep your head in the fall, time passes quickly and sometimes not at all

i needn't a god
i follow the church of passion
of loving the smallest details in the world
of kissing the dew on the grass
and swallowing the sun as it rises

if god is real, i'm sincerely sorry for what i've said in the moments i knew he wasn't

Curl your toes on the kitchen tile
In the small path of a sunbeam
Plant a gentle kiss on your own knuckles
And remember that breathing is a gift
Put dandelions in a cup of water
And leave teabags on your counter
Love is quiet
Loving yourself is quieter