I'm Melissa. 22 years young. Aquarius. Northwest raised. I love art, traveling, music, and getting to know beautiful people.


I dreamt of you last night. I dreamt your body was sighing,
your long limbs stretching miles down the highway.

I dreamt it was Summer and our fingertips turned shrivelled and pruned from hours too long floating in the lake, clothes sticky to our skin, hands clasped as we drowned in the sparkle.

I dreamt we kept our eyes shut and learnt to navigate
one another by touch alone.
I dreamt we stuck cotton wool in our ears
and slow danced our way into silent sex.

I dreamt we did not wipe our mouths to clean up the mess we made.
I dreamt the sun set only when we told it to, and you grabbed it with your wild fingers and wove the light into a dress you didn’t dare take off.
And you danced as if your bones wanted to thrash their way out of your skin.

You danced and you danced, and we drove down the highway
so quickly I had to reacquaint myself with my own breathing.
I thought the adrenaline rush would kill me.

You cracked the moon with your bare palms like it was nothing more than a flimsy shell and it oozed sepia. And you kissed it from your wrists so unashamedly.
And we were okay. And I never lied to you again. And I meant everything I said.

I dreamt of you last night. I dreamt we were whistling through the trees, our knees skinned and our hearts quivering. I dreamt we were spectacular. I dreamt we were made of electricity. I dreamt we still had time.

jessica therese, “I Dreamt of You Last Night” (via contramonte)
"I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…”
— (via deliriousmistakesmisunderstood)
"Dear future child
If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair
Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did
Please climb onto my bed
And I will hold you until the demons sleep
If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move
I won’t force you
I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance
If you feel as if you have no purpose
I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too
When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore
I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers
But that five years later
When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room
I realised that you were why I had been holding on
Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is?
So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta
I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too
Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings
As my mother was to mine.”

Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

This is so fucking beautiful. I’m crying. Gawh

(via lojo1815)