Come and be human with me, eat nothing that means us both leaving the house, sit on the floor in strange places, and sleep in familiar beds.
I will make art, not for you, but about you, speak truths while you’re sleeping and wake you with hands, we will dive deeply into one anothers, and stay out of our own weary heads.
We will argue in glorious fireworks, I will throw words, you will break my guitar, remind ourselves that it’s something worth burning, and be all the better for making up.
Come and eat cereal late at night, in silence, undressed on the kitchen counter, be far too tired for tomorrows long stroll, in love, just enough for the waking up.
Come, in your own time, and human be,
— Keaton Henson (via ohverytired)
— Tamora Pierce (source)