He buries his face into my hair and inhales.
If I live anywhere in his body,
I live in his lungs. There are better organs
I’m sure, but it’s warm here too,
and most of the sound stays away.
Sometimes in the middle of the night,
I wake up to feel my spine against the wall.
I don’t mean to make this all about bodies
but we are the sort of people whose faith is
Tangibility, and there is little room
for dreamy motions or romantic confessions.
Some mornings, I don’t even stay for coffee.
How do I explain then, the nova in my stomach,
and the bird in my throat who, as time passes,
beats his wings more furiously. I have to keep
my mouth closed to prevent feathers
from bursting out. And oh, what trouble it would be
if a song escaped. What beautiful trouble
it would do to our small little worlds.
– Cassandra Warren
Everything feels like something with you, does that make sense? I don’t feel like I’m pretending. I don’t feel like I’m wasting my time. I can sit in a café with you all day and watch the world happen and never feel bored because your conversation is enough. I want that conversation forever. I don’t believe in “the one” or fate or destiny but you are The One for me because I choose you every single day. I want to share my life with you because I trust you and you fascinate me. You love me more than anyone ever has and sometimes it’s overwhelming but I feel so lucky. When we make love I don’t stare down at myself from the ceiling making notes, I’m in it with you 100% and it’s not like the movies. I don’t know what else to say.
– Mila Jaroniec
because I trust you and you fascinate me
Read the whole brilliant thing here.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
– Louise Erdrich
Happy Birthday, Me. It’s going to be a great year and an astounding decade.
It’d probably be easier if I did hate him. You can’t feel abandoned by somebody you hate. You can’t feel betrayed. You can’t feel like it was your fault, your failing. If I hated him, I wouldn’t care that he didn’t love me as much as I loved him. I wouldn’t care that I needed him more than he needed me.
– Mary Borsellino
Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.
– Henry Miller
I was just discussing this today – how it is a miserable way to give when you keep score of what you’ve given and who owes you something in return. Even the sense of giving to benefit someone else or to make you more righteous is bullshit. Just give. In everything, give of yourself abundantly. It will make people uncomfortable at first. They will try to return the “favor” by giving in return. And after some time, you will have changed the relationship and atmosphere between you completely. There will be a free exchange of gratitude, love, affection, help, and understanding, because the needs will be sensed and filled between you both. Redamancy, for heaven’s sake.
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.
– Sylvia Plath
Mad love is only exhausting to the person not pouring themselves in. Because the rest of us know that it is that very way that fills us up instead.