Those ‘come to bed’ eyes.
Those ‘stop whatever you’re doing’ eyes.
Those ‘take me, take me fucking now’ eyes.
'See me. See the
hurt, fear and pain
as I give it all up for
love. I want you
like I’ve never wanted anything
or anyone before.
I am here for you, completely.
naked and true.
This is what love
Whenever I think that I am over you,
I see you in my dreams, and that’s
how I know that I still love you.
Because not even in my sleep
can my heart hide the truth
from my mind.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander
The days are my consolation.
I take one home each night
and put it in the case beside
my bed and watch it fade
in the dark, no matter how shiny
it seems at first, no matter how high
it stands behind the glass. I keep
a few polished for memory’s sake,
but even they grow tarnished
and lost among the others.
Chard deNiord, opening lines to “Under the Sun,” from The Southern Review (Vol. 49, No. 1, Winter 2013)
How long you have guided me, how long I have felt your pull. How much I love your slivers, how much I love when you’re full. Thank you Mother Moon, thank you, for showing us our light. Thank you for your gentle calm, for your glow inside the night.
She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.
W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon And Sixpence (via bourbonandpearls)
For, after all, how do we know that two and two make four? Or that the force of gravity works? Or that the past is unchangeable? If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable – what then?
George Orwell (via mortal-husk)
I want you to know
that I will always love you,
even if you don’t
want me to.
Go inside and listen to your body, because your body will never lie to you. Your mind will play tricks, but the way you feel in your heart, in your guts, is the truth.
Miguel Ruiz, from The Four Agreements (Amber-Allen Publishing, 2001)