Amazing poetry!
It's quiet by the firepit,
The pops and the crackles,
making the conversation.
The flames lick the wood,
the smoke, an annoyance I
try to avoid.
But that's where we connect.
You crack jokes,
(really, really bad jokes)
and I laugh,
because just the sound of
your voice,
your laugh, your smile,
Fills me with joy.
The little things, they
are what I long for,
what I truly want.
I want to know your favorite
color, song, food, car.
I want to know
how you take your coffee,
what you think of berfore bed
what your goals are for life.
But most of all,
I want to see how you see
me.
I catch your gaze across the
fire the light and mirth
in your beautiful eyes
reflecting the devoted falmes.
This is nice.
I smile; you smile back.
My stomach flies away,
Along with my heart, and I think,
Love is quiet, like the firepit.
Today the sky looked like straight from a van gogh painting
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Trying to put my finger on the concept of how like the only real interaction between Kaladin and Jasnah in the series is like that one like… not quite argument in like book two where they both present their somewhat opposing moral philosophies and Jasnah talks circles around Kaladin and he walks away kinda bitter and neither of them change their ways over it but three and a half books later his approach to morality leads him to find peace and become a cornerstone influence for good in the world while her philosophy leads her to losing a kingdom and spiraling into self loathing and something something “it was unfair that convincing someone depended not on the strength of ideas but the strength of the arguer.” But he was RIGHT and she was WRONG and I don’t know where I’m going with this but DO YOU GET WHAT IM SAYING
reblog if you think math doesn't deserve all that hate
In the forest
Akaroa, South Island, New Zealand