I’m seams

We were:
Lies of kisses
Rumours of love

I was:
In love with the idea of falling in love

The world was: looking through kaleidoscopes
looking at how I was the same language as you
Unaware of the anagram I created to fit right in


Words are so overused

I’ve realised
my deconstructed anagrams are nothing but

jmubeld letters

– LunaTheInksane
Luna is the most beautiful young poet I’ve seen.
I confess, I’ve been in love with her ever since I first read her poetry. She’s going to stick around for a while and keep enchanting you guys.

PS. Admit it, her nom de plume is awesome


Hazel is wrong…

Hazel is wrong about infinite cardinality but she is right that some infinities are larger than others. I wanted her to be wrong but right, because that’s how we muddle through as observers of the universe – forging meaning where we can find it… from fact and fiction alike. And as my brain drowned in jet-lag I thought of the months I lived here. So much of that time I was sick and crippled with anxiety but all I could think about now, as night fell, was how much you can love made-up people; and how much you can miss them.

– John Green on a return visit to Amsterdam, the city where his book, The Fault in our Stars, is set in part