~Throw Caution Catch Wind~

Like a feather I float to find that sweet stroke in the sky

naturalbornworldshakers:

Model Jean Shrimpton & actor Steve McQueen, Harper’s Bazaar magazine, February, 1965
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naturalbornworldshakers:

Model Jean Shrimpton & actor Steve McQueen, Harper’s Bazaar magazine, February, 1965

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“I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already.
When we all know everyone’s life
has been hard enough already
it’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.
Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there’s gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts.”

—   ― Andrea Gibson (via lichtblick-e)
aseaofquotes:

Sandra Cisneros, “Little Miracles, Kept Promises”

aseaofquotes:

Sandra Cisneros, “Little Miracles, Kept Promises”

Old Sweaters and Glue

 If we’re open

then we are

always hoping

Love is just

love

It is not perfect

we close our fists

and yet

pet every palm

I look

down

deep at our

kissing toothbrushes

and every wave

rushes

in and back

to me

and you

old sweaters

and glue

~MjC

“She liked this vicarious view of herself; it excited and reassured her. She wasn’t a directionless girl adrift in a monstrous city, wandering from one confusing social situation to the next, having stupid affairs. She was a bohemian, experimenting. The idea made rock music start playing in her head.”

—   Mary Gaitskill, “Trying to Be”

Mid afternoon Sunday

There’s just way

too much fun

to be had

and

not enough time

For couch impressions

snakebite smiles

and

midnight harmonies

So I sip

my earl grey tea

and force myself

to write it out

loosen the lid

we, as free

could

Rattle cages

and

feed all of

the animals

inside every person

is a human

dying to share

What is meant

to stay secret

under cover

of night

and

discovered by

day, tidy lives

mid afternoon Sunday

When dishes pile up

and rugs are beaten

burning images of

certain someones

into every

cup of coffee

and

tv screen

Until falling asleep

in another set

of open arms

MjC

“Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn’t understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.”

—   Marguerite Duras, The Lover (via circumarticulation)

(Source: feellng, via circumarticulation)