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Orchid Mantis

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You asked me what I saw in her, and I wondered what you didn’t see in her. I saw the way her lips bloomed into a smile. How she never let anyone close to her, like she was protecting her heart even though it had already been torn apart. She looked me in the eyes and I swear I saw an entire world through her glimmering pupils. I felt earthquakes inside myself when she said my name. She’s pretty even when she’s tired and the bags under her eyes are weighing her down. I miss her when I’m with her and I miss her when I’m not. She’s so fierce and she never hides behind anyone. She has so much love inside her, there are flowers sprouting through her veins. I think her hands can heal people. She touched me one time and my bruises weren’t tender anymore, and all my wounds closed up. Sometimes she smiles this genuine smile, and it disappears as soon as I blink. Her laugh helps me breathe when my lungs are closing up. I look at her, constellations on her skin, stars in her eyes, and I swear she’s part of the sky. She tucks all her feelings behind her ear and I love her for it. When someone asked me for my address I almost said her name. When she’s sad she still smiles with teeth. When she’s happy birds start to sing. I go home and cry about her in the shower. You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t. M.O.W, You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t (via imwritingpoems)
'But people are oceans.' she shrugged.

‘You cannot know them by their surface.’
Beau Taplin || I am more than what you see. (via afadthatlastsforever)

When Electric Eels want to tell other eels that they are in love, they emit an electric shock with either an extremely high frequency or extremely low frequency depending on who they are speaking to.

When birds want to communicate with one another they sing back and forth to one another, duetting their feelings, their fears, their worries, their desires, their dreams, their love letters through song.

When Chimpanzees greet each other, they touch hands, somewhat like humans do when they shake hands, but more intimately - as if they were saying, “I have missed you so very much; I must remember how you feel.”

When Elephants are in love, they entwine their trunks and wish to never be parted. When Otters fall asleep, they hold hands, so that they are not separated as they drift in the water. When Giraffes are in love, they press their necks together to show affection. Horses rub noses and Whales leap out of the water and Swans entangle their necks together.

What I am saying is this: I think we have it wrong. I want to get rid of the human language. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to tell you that I love you, that I care for you, that I desire you to be next to me - I want to touch your hands. How do you feel? Are you warm? I want to press my neck to yours until I can match your pulse. Are you nervous? I want to hold your hand, before we drift away, because we both know what this means. I want to leap out of the water and have you understand that I LOVE YOU with everything but words.

Humans have it wrong. We listen to what is said, but we forget what it means to kiss with desire and touch like we want to remember and make love like it actually exists.

Amanda Helm, The Human Language  (via amandaspoetry)
kamikatlifts:

IT’S. A. FUCKING. TURTLE.

kamikatlifts:

IT’S. A. FUCKING. TURTLE.

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