How Much Do You Love Her?

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

“Desire, I think, is a portal where we look at the thing we want, but we also look at the other things that are gathered around that. And I don’t think I know of any better vehicle for holding all that together than poetry. In the lines of poetry, there’s so much said and so much implied, so much lurking in the silence of a poem and so much present in the text of it.”

— Pádraig Ó Tuama, from the Poetry Unbound Podcast, “Yu Xiuhua | Crossing Half of China to Sleep with You”

Mary MacLane, from 'I Await the Devil's Coming'

TEXT ID: To you: "And don't you know, my dearest, my friendship with you contains other things? It contains infatuation, and worship, and bewitchment, and idolatry, and a tiny altar in my soul-chamber whereon is burning sweet incense in a little dish of blue and gold.

Come here. Bring all of you. Your doubts, your worries, your insecurities, your highest goals, your brightest dreams, your darkest fears. Come lay your body on mine. Put your face in my neck and wrap your legs around mine. Entangle me in your love and affection. Sleep on me. Let me familiarize myself with the sound of your heart beating. Let my breaths match up with the beats of your heart. Hold me all night long. Wake up me in the middle of the night with kisses because you couldn’t sleep. Let me fall asleep to the sounds of you sleeping. Jump on me in the morning to wake up me laughing because you couldn’t wait to talk to me any longer. Lay in my arms and talk to me until all hours of the night about the universe, everything and nothing. Just come here.

Anyone who's ever done anything creative needs to fucking see this.

i love small talk.

i complain and i stress and i collapse under my school work until i take a moment, a step back, and realize that i'm studying everything i ever wanted to. i taking classes on auditioning, on women through the history of music, on 18th century literature while taking masterclasses on shakespeare and musical theatre and watching my friends do recitals, watching free concerts, living backstage at the theatre. i'm just so surrounded by art and other people's love for it that i'm just so- filled by it.

Dorianne Laux, “I Dare You”

mmmm okay but what if I don't want to play it cool? I like you very much and I'm sure the whole point of this is that you are supposed to know it yes?

Source: 𝑹𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓