He bought a shared dresser for us today because “we need one” for things, though implicitly it is, hey— let’s share this shit, (i.e. things, days, brain waves, dreams—-etc.) He is the kettle cooked plain lightly salted potato chip to my butter pecan ice cream with real pecan chunks and added-in-yourself-chocolate chips, pretty much.
Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via larmoyante)
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
~ Mary Oliver