In a month’s time I may feel differently,
but at this moment I am prepared to swear
that I would like nothing better than to spend
the rest of my life
picking the fallen hairs from your shoulders.
I would grow out my fingernails just for that purpose.
I would give up the ocean
for the mud puddles of your eyes.
We could move to South Dakota
and howl among the tornadoes
and stomp across the prairies
and fall asleep in each other’s arms
as sweat pools in the crevices of our elbows
and crop-dusters drone overhead.
— Sibohan Harrity, “Love Poem” (via distincts)
If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
— Charles Bukowski (via sleepinginthesnow)
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
— Veronica A. Shoffstall (via sorakeem)
To the degree we’re not living our dreams, our comfort zone has more control of us than we have over ourselves.
— Peter McWilliams (via bonnietsang)
