"I like you; your eyes are full of language."
Anne Sexton (via vvolare)
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
The poet emailed this to me today.
YES my boyfriend arrives today, and this is good for lots of reasons, for hugs and silly conversations and catching up but also for the emotional support I’m in need of at the moment.
Anthony de Mello (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
yes this this this is how I love
my boyfriend, also known as the poet