birds my sole job is to craft wings for words open the window watch them take flight and live a #life of their own

pastels he always had the windows down and the music up skimmed the surface, skating on the edge if everything he did was put to canvas he lived his brightest paint palette yet

oceans our depth perception of deep waters only brings us to the shallow end

cosmos you and i are just out of o r b i t spinning round in our own galaxies circling a different sun and if gravity just pulled a little harder, our stars would align our paths would collide our supernova would be breathtaking

to the kid i never chose... ...but would never give away. brother mine, i did not know the day you were born how much you would mean to me and despite all the fights wrestling matches stolen stuff i love you. it might come out as i hate you. sorry. my words get jumbled up on the way out. i hope you know that when we're older i'll still get you lollipops and still read to you and still romp around the house with you. i have friends fewer best friends even fewer guy best friends but you were my first guy best friend ever and i wouldn't trade you for all the leftovers in the world (even though you know i love the fridge more than #life itself) and i promise, when the serious guys come over, you can third wheel any date you like, (if you want), because best friends before boyfriends. thanks for being the awesome kid next door. love always, your sister