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“And me, standing under the splintered night,
catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black,
hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.
Its voice cracks,
on your name.
My eyes close,
on your name.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black,
hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.
Its voice cracks,
on your name.
My eyes close,
on your name.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“If you stand right at the edge of the night sky, some place where one o’clock leaves to meet two, the breeze will carry your words up to the stars. And they’ll swallow your secrets until its time to hand them over to the truths in the sky- the ones that draw maps in the black.
They carve their answers into the backs of my hands, the grooves of the words running deep in my palms.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
They carve their answers into the backs of my hands, the grooves of the words running deep in my palms.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“You know what I love? The spaces between I love you. The tap of your fork against the plate and how my cup of wine clicks against our table. The scratchy voice coming from the radio in the other room. The quiet sound of your hand reaching across the table and whispering over mine. How your voice sounds like your mouth on the back of my neck. The soft murmur of our easy conversation.
Between these quiet Tuesday night routines, following every comma and right after every pause for breath, is I, love, and you. In the middle of every I love you is a sink full of dishes, whisper of socked feet tangled in white sheets, and gentle kisses against curved cheeks. We lyric ourselves into the laundry that needs to be finished, into the ends of every smile that follows me repeating your name. We write ourselves into the grocery bags we need to carry, the cracks running up our rented walls, the sides of the bed we choose to drag up the sails of heavy eyed dreams.
Like the spaces between our fingers, in the spaces between I, love, and you, we wait.
The in-betweens have always been my favorite.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
Between these quiet Tuesday night routines, following every comma and right after every pause for breath, is I, love, and you. In the middle of every I love you is a sink full of dishes, whisper of socked feet tangled in white sheets, and gentle kisses against curved cheeks. We lyric ourselves into the laundry that needs to be finished, into the ends of every smile that follows me repeating your name. We write ourselves into the grocery bags we need to carry, the cracks running up our rented walls, the sides of the bed we choose to drag up the sails of heavy eyed dreams.
Like the spaces between our fingers, in the spaces between I, love, and you, we wait.
The in-betweens have always been my favorite.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“I like the disaster of the night sky, stars spilling this way and that as if they were upturned from a glass. I like the way good madness feels. I like the way laughter always spills. That's the word for it. It never just comes, it spills. I like the word 'again'. Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. I like the quiet sound a coffee cup makes when it's set down on a wooden table. So hushed. So inviting. Like morning light yawning through the window and stretching out onto the kitchen floor. I like the way girls' lips look like they're stained with berries. I like the way morning light breaks like a prism through the empty wine bottles on our dusty apartment floor. Glasses empty except for the midnight hour. I like the way blueberries stain my fingers during the summer. I like the way light hits your eyes and turns it into a color that doesn't exist anywhere else other than in this moment. I want it all. I want the breeze to call my name as it rushes down my street, looking for me. I want to feel grass underneath my bare feet and I want to feel the sun kiss freckles onto my cheeks. I want to hear you yell hello as you make your way towards me, not goodbye as you have to go.
That's just a little bit about me.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
That's just a little bit about me.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below.
I look up at the sky and see everything I’ve ever lost,
waiting for me.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
I look up at the sky and see everything I’ve ever lost,
waiting for me.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“If you look really hard, you can see the blue behind the night sky, the edges stained a little with morning light. Because, my dear, as I've been trying to tell you, nothing ever stays the same too long.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“You're more to me than I let you see. And I, I'm less to you than I'm willing to believe.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“I much prefer loss. Because in loss, I'll keep you forever. And in love, you'll always take back what was once given so freely.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“There are a few things so beautiful in life that I want to bottle up and leave forgotten in a drawer (because all treasures are meant to be forgotten).”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“And you pointed at the thick field of stars and asked, "Lie here with me?" My skin is translucent; the spots where your finger tips trace lighting up like the verses in the sky. And I've had my heart broken in so many interesting ways, but this way, oh by far, has been my favorite.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“And as I bring my hands to my face, try to catch my breath, inhale the promises of the song you took away from me, I say it again. I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay. I'm okay. I'll be, okay.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“I'll wait for you where I told you I'd wait. I'll be there. Lingering, till a time comes when I learn how not to miss you.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“The way your name felt on my lips, and the soft blush to your cheeks that I can't quite think a name for. Words, I know, would fail me here. And if I can't turn you into poetry, then I'll leave you a memory.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
“What I actually meant was, I missed you. Far more than I could figure out how to put into words. More than I could have learned to bare. More than any person should ever feel.”
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
― Ugly People Beautiful Hearts