“These days, everyone is out for blood , so could you butcher me some kindness?”

Thank God the stars don’t judge us for what we do beneath them.

—Alysia Harris (via afternoonbluedream)

I’m not sure how you feel about me or if you dream about us in your spare time, but I do know how you feel about words. And I’m pretty sure our souls rhyme

— Alysia Harris (poppyinthewheat), “Bridges” (via ntufara)

(via ntufara)


Joshua Bennett - “Balaenoptera”

When we are old 
hair the color of tombstones bones 
that sound like wet windshield wipers 
whenever we slow dance through the living room 
I imagine that I will look you in the eye 
as if there were something small and precious imprisoned there
and say to you,
“Darling, did you know that a blue whale has a heart the size of a car!”

When you reply correctly, 
as you always seem to do 
when I ask you difficult questions about oceanography
I’ll probably just laugh, 
over the fact that every time you smile
It makes the wrinkles at the corner of your eyes look like six willow branches all lifting their heads from prayer in unison
Wind humming a sombre hymn beneath its breath 
just as our anthem jogs to its close and I whisper in your ear

How did you know that I was The One?

When all those wild(?) jackals came galloping to your door 
begging for the rights to your ring finger 
What made you like the deadbolt on your ribs 
looking them squarely in the face 
and saying with joy 
“I’m saving all of this beauty for a man I’ve never even met.”

Did you ever doubt 
ever sit in your dorm room and think 
that maybe your soul mate had chosen someone a lot more boring 
but a lot less picky than you 
and opted for the easy way out of a life filled with love.

When I was 22 years old, 
beard freshly grown, 
an ocean away from my family, 
with the kind of pain that drives men to do selfish 
barely forgivable things 
I dreamt of you nightly 
hunted for your smile in every audience that I broke for
hoping that I could literally steal a glance 
downloaded onto my retinas 
and replay the moment our eyes first played freeze tag 
and neither one of us wanted to stop being it 
so we just kept on touching 
hoping that father time would give us a hall pass 
and allow us to orbit one another for ever.

and speaking of orbits 
did you know that there are more stars in the sky 
than grains of sand on the entire planet 
and that I would give you either one if you merely asked 
build the night from the sky’s skin 
like the rind of an orange 
or ask God if I could borrow the breeze for just a moment 
and blow the shoreline of every beach 
into a giant hour glass made just for us 
and say this is how long I will adore the things about you that no one else even notices

like your laugh and how it sounds 
like a mix of Jimi Hendrix and Woodstock 
and two rainstorms singing perfectly in tune, 
those orthopedic shoes 
and how they always match your cardigans perfectly, 
those cricket glasses 
and how they dangle at the edge of your nose 
like the legs of two lovers on a tire swing 
the last summer they will ever see each others face

The first time I saw your face I thought Wow 
If there were a Gorgeous Olympics you would be a lock 
and maybe I would be your key
and maybe love is a club 
that we both got into for free 
and we just haven’t stopped dancing for all these decades 
because we really like the music in here 
and maybe if you asked me to 
I would crawl through the veins of a blue whale on my hands and knees 
photograph that Volkswagen sized heart of hers 
and place the picture on your pillow before you went to sleep, 
when you ask me about it 
I will probably just laugh, 
giggling like I’ve got handful of diamonds in my throat and say 
“see, I told you, the biggest heartbeat God ever made and now it’s all yours”

We all have different reasons for smiling at the sun. Mine just happens to be you.

—Joshua Bennett & Justin Reilly, Women (via echoingstreetsigns)

I am fully aware that there are times when I am too much of a high tide. When my jealous heart, built from years of proving that I was worthy of of unworthy people’s attention, threatens to split us…

—Joshua Bennett (via poeticartillery)

i do not know if this will work out in the end but i have a daydream of your face being in very close proximity to my face at least once a day and i know that that has to count for something.

—Joshua Bennett - Transatlantic Love Manifesto (via inallthewrongplaces)

The butterflies in my stomach have always overpowered the fireflies in my blood.

—Joshua Bennett (via handfulsoffuckyou)

What if you didn’t run? This one time. What if you stayed, and let love overtake you?



I just got back into town and an advance copy of my book, Draw-A-Saurus was waiting for me. This was a big thrill to see something that has taken up so much of the last two years of my life finally in print. And the best part is they spelled my name right.

This is a book that I hope will appeal to everyone. It breaks down dinosaurs to their simplest form and lets the artist build up their own creatures from the ground up.

The rest of you will be able to get your hands on this puppy on September 9th. You can order it from Amazon or any of your other favorite online and brick & mortar stores. 


Barnes & Noble

Indie Bound

Google Books