you slit my throat,
I’d thank you
for touching my skin.
Julia Pollacco (via nasai
I don’t mind getting naked or seeing you naked.
I don’t mind talking about sex or having sex
or never having sex. I don’t mind my body
or your body with mine. I don’t mind
your sweaty palms, your chapped lips,
your dirty tongue. I don’t mind
your noisy music, your crappy poetry,
your soiled shoes and ugly handwriting.
I don’t mind 2ams and late night
phone calls, stolen kisses and white lies.
I don’t mind your half-eaten donut,
frozen teabags and sticky hair.
I want your toothbrush’s head
leaning towards mine. I want
your 4am back massage.
Cup my breasts and don’t say
they’re small. I already know that.
Kiss me once and kiss me more.
Pretend what we’re doing is illegal.
It’s always good to be caught
with our mouths tied together
like handcuffs. Dry your cheeks
and make me bleed.
It’s true, you are terrible at a lot of things. But there are a couple of things that nobody else does as well as you do. It drives me bananas that you will throw yourself away completely because of one or two things that you think are wrong about you. That’s what breaks my heart. You got to ignore those and lean towards the things that make you like yourself. Forget everything else. Fake it. Fake your way upwards.
Matt Berninger, Mistaken for Strangers (documentary)
Date a boy who makes you happy, but marry him only if he makes you laugh deep-belly rumbles that hurt your ribs as they expand outwards. Date him when he sees that you’re hurting and he gives you a moment to feel that pain like a handprint spreading across your consciousness, marry him only if he can make you smile even while you’re gross sobbing. The world is not a kind place. You will feel a lot of pain. Make sure you are with someone who makes it all bearable. Humor is an excellent gauge of intelligence. Life gets boring. Find someone who makes the banal interesting.
I just wanted to be enough.
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
I wanna make love to your soul, that’s how deep I wanna go.
Have more than you show,
Speak less than you know.
You are enough. You are so enough, it is unbelievable how enough you are.
Just be honest with me or stay away from me. It’s not that difficult.
I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.