Science—
beyond pheromones, hormones, aesthetics of bone,
every time I make love for love’s sake alone,
I betray you.
Katherine Larson, “Love at Thirty-Two Degrees” (adapted from sharingpoetry)
“Snacks of the great scribblers” by Wendy MacNaughton
Walt Whitman began the day with oysters and meat, while Gustave Flaubert started off with what passed for a light breakfast in his day: eggs, vegetables, cheese or fruit, and a cup of cold chocolate.
I feel my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. But talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.
Will Grayson, Will Grayson, by John Green & David Levithan (via helplesslyamazed)
I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open
and fixes all of life’s mistakes
I wanna be the house that you were raised in
the only place that you feel safe
I wanna be your shower in the morning
that wakes you up and makes you clean
I know I’m just the weather against your window
as you sleep through a winter’s dream
Bright Eyes (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: dailystendhalnitesaudade)
I can recite this poem by heart. Photograph by Andrea Gibson. I love it so much.
I wish I was a photograph tucked into the corners of your wallet. I wish I was a photograph you carried like a future in your pocket. I wish I was that face you show to strangers when they ask you where you…
Tyler Know Gregson is an amazing poet.
Thanks for making me believe in love:
I have dreamed of you
every night of my life.
I will never stop.
