Fourth of July, Keetje Kuipers →
If I have any romantic notions left, please let me abandon them here on the dashboard of your Subaru beside this container of gas station potato salad and bottle of sunscreen. Otherwise, my heart is a sugar packet waiting to be shaken open by some other man’s hand. Let there be another town after this one, a town with an improbable Western name—Wisdom, Last Chance—where we can get a...
We stood in the doorway between the living room and kitchen and hugged for a long time. You smelled my neck and my hair. I could feel your heart beating through your shirt. I can feel you falling in love with me.
I want to be like water, I want to slip through fingers but hold up a ship.– Michelle Williams (via coven)
All I know is an hour with you and I don’t need anything else.– Counting Crows, Kid Things
I hope I continue to frustrate the shit out of you in any and every way I possibly can.
You drove by my house as I was answering the door to a salesperson and honked the horn. You sent me a text afterwards saying at least you got to see me today. It’s things like this that make my heart rate speed up, just knowing you’re glad you got a glimpse of me back lit through the screen door.
The north star is leading you back into my heart.– Rural Alberta Advantage, North Star
We sat in the right corner of the couch, with your hand up the back of my shirt against the base of my neck and your tongue in my mouth.
And if I ever hold you again, I’ll hold you tight enough to crush your...– Rural Alberta Advantage, Two Lovers
And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like...– Sarah Kane
dearoldlove: I’m not sad it didn’t work out—I’m angry. Angry with you, angry with the universe. Positively furious.
You can’t force love, I realized. It’s there or it isn’t. If it’s not there,...– Richelle Mead (Frostbite)
I will give your heart a place to rest when...
Nearly a Valediction, Marilyn Hacker
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that missed my skull happened a two-inch gash across my chin. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse. A new- born flailing toward maternal heartbeat through the shock of cold and glare: when you were gone, swaddled in strange air I was that alone again,...
Your hand on my face, your lips on my lips, and I feel like I’m home.
The thing is, I want to push you into corners and kiss you for the rest of our lives.
wrists: I never wanted anything from you except everything you had and what was left after that too.
dearoldlove: At least you never broke a promise to me; of course, you never made a single one, either.
Our mingled sweat used to hold us together in the summer months, and now it’s nothing but cold.
The morning you came over and I made us pancakes for breakfast I sent you outside to smoke and shovel so you wouldn’t stand so close to me at the stove. I could feel your breath on my neck, and was close to telling you that unless you were going to wrap your arms around me and kiss the hollow of my throat, you needed to move. You went outside and I cooked in peace, and when you came back in...
I made myself from all the love you no longer wanted.– I Wrote This For You
Maybe if I talk to you less, I won’t miss you so much. I keep thinking this. It’s not working.