When I realized I loved you it was not romantic Not flush with pink roses & wine but rather normal Rather standing in line at CVS clutching a four pack of peanut butter cups & cold medicine It was a quiet realization Like checking the weather I was currently standing in "Huh. It’s a bit warmer than I would have guessed.”
“And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”—Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence (via oofpoetry)
“I think the best portraits don’t necessarily show you what somebody looks like, but they tell you what somebody is about. I’m much more interested in what something feels like than what it looks like.”—Duane Michals (via blue-voids)
“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.”—Carl R. Rogers (via webangharder)
“The nearest I’d come to feeling anything like God was the plain blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?”—Janet Fitch, from White Oleander (Little, Brown, and Company, 2011)
“I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
“And I can’t
but to run my fingers
down your spine
like you are my
book. But I still
cannot read you,
your own language.
Your pages are
tired and torn,
but I want you,
I want it all.”—Michelle K., Like A Book (via emptycupboard)