I don’t know how falling for you began.
You flip a light switch and your eyes
become the surface of the sea framing sun rays
and moon dusts. Last night, you ran a red light
and the highway cement turned into a hundred
paperclips people leave behind when they are too busy
with their hands and thumbprints, forgetting and fading,
I can almost hear the road breathing.
The first time we met, you could have been someone
pulled out of a dreamscape, but you were telling me
about the songs you listened to
when you’re tired of hearing people talk about
mouths and toenails and all I could manage to ask
you was, “Have you been living underwater?
Have you ever thought about breathing me instead?”
Kharla M. Brillo, Confession XI (via pouvoires)

Tracy Chevalier, Falling Angels


Tracy Chevalier, Falling Angels


Extremely detailed close-ups of Van Gogh’s masterpieces.

Olive Orchard / Olive Grove – 1889
73.03 × 92.08 cm (28.8 × 36.3 in). Oil on canvas
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art


Fern Canyon - Redwood National Park, Ca.