a kinesthesia of music,
your fingertips like a needle
deep inside the vinyl grooves
of my heart.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
a kinesthesia of music,
your fingertips like a needle
deep inside the vinyl grooves
of my heart.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
i found the place where we hid
the Atlantic ocean and the waves
that tugged at our bare feet and
pale ankles, the sun
and skin, kissing
goosebumps as we held hands for
the first (and last) time, trying hard
not to be washed away with the
seaweed.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
photographs and words. this is how i see the world.
copywrited by the dust dances too (2012).