Scattered Rainstorms

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good."

-John Steinbeck

Scattered Rainstorms
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"I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it."
Jenna, Waitress (via hplyrikz)
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"I want to be inside your darkest everything."
Frida Kahlo
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"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers."
Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds
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"

Wait, I want to say,
your hips are more than a hotel,
wait for it–

your body is a place to stay.

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Azra Tabassum, from “Ruin Does Not Look Like You,” Shaking the Trees
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"Of course, I wonder if they love me back, which is, really, besides the point. I don’t do it to be adored, I do it because my love keeps getting bigger and that’s what happens."
Richard Siken, ‘The Long and Short of It’ (via lordmalak)
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myshoesuntied:

Sara June Woods

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myshoesuntied: “ Sara June Woods ”
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"You are a tiny lake
without a hole to sit in.
Someday we will marry.
Someday our beautiful rain-
haired children will play on you
while we stand by, blowing into our fists.
I could give you a medal.
You could be a pony on a beach."
Sara June Woods, from Careful Mountain (via bostonpoetryslam)
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"What love did then, love does now:
Gnaws me through."
Sylvia Plath - from “Dialogue Between Ghost & Priest” in Collected Poems (via watchoutforintellect)
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every direction I move has always been,
will one day be,

once was, and always is
toward the precarious cliff
of your collarbone.

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Jamaal May, from “Love Poem Moving Back and Forth Across Glass,” The Big Book of Exit Strategies
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nietzscheandme:

Auguste Rodin, Lovers

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nietzscheandme: “ Auguste Rodin, Lovers ”