"Beautiful" is Not Always a Beautiful Word
Beautiful was never just about thighs, mouth, hips, tongue-
Beautiful was always about moving mountains, reconciling
the head with the heart, having a voice clearer and louder
than the wind’s siren through the trees.
There is more to life than being called a single word.
Don’t be hungry for…
we split apart, halved and quartered ourselves into smithereens and mosaics of something that was less like love, and more like salt.
by Writingsforwinter (via wildebeastcupcake