caleb

when i met you i met love

i love you means i want all of your days to be good days

i love you when you’re a crowded city. i love you when you’re a quiet town.

i’ll love you when you’re a quiet starry night. i’ll love you when you’re a cosmic storm.

show her the sky and if she notices both the stars and the darkness between them, believe her when she tells you you’re important to her.

soft touches & even softer conversations

a little mystery & a lot of warmth, like static off old vinyl.

51 being divisible by 17 is disgusting

she’s a room full of incantations, a love offering, an endless flow of magic. her eyes are enchantments & her heartbeat is a protection spell.

search my mouth for words & you’ll find your name tangled up with poetry

i can’t imagine my hands on anyone but you

They're eating the lists. They are eating the files

Just wanna breathe your air and swallow your moans

My painting STANTON BARN

As long as it comes from the heart. It’s art.

Books and TV aren’t offering enough escapism. I need to discover a portal to another dimension.

dirt on her knees & a daisy in her hair

if you still know how to be gentle you’re doing alright

My painting SUMMER STORM

Shaking my girlfriends dads hand: “Great grip sir I see where she gets it from”