Where The Light Is

Georgia. 23. Psalm 23: 1-4

All I wish to do is touch you;
by that I mean touch your
heart in a way that will make you forget all the people who
have reached for your body
- a 365 poetry project entry // Haley Hendrick (via catalyticwreck)

(via catalyticwreck)

Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.
- Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via feellng)

(via 0ceansparkles)