“I’ve got a dad, a mom, and a sister. There is Donnie - we found him. And Darwin, he found us. Oh yeah, about our house - it moves, because we travel all over the world. You see, my dad hosts this nature show, and my mom shoots it. Okay, so we’re not that average. And between you and me, something amazing happened… and now I can talk to animals. It’s really cool, but totally secret. And you know what? Life’s never been the same.”—Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
He’s not a poet, but I can tell from the way that he traced the curve of my spine with his fingertips that he thinks like one.
Because I could never fall in love with a man who didn’t know that the most tender thing he could possibly do was send me a poem by Baudelaire and tell me, “I think you might possibly like this.”
Because fuck if that’s not one of my favorites.
And all I ever wanted was to fold myself into someone who heralded unspoken thoughts and was a messenger of words without words of a kiss broken by silence, of silence, broken by a kiss.
Because all of the men I’ve ever fallen for weren’t really poets.
They just held secrets like gold teeth in the back of their mouths,
and they just kissed me, like I was the last poem in the world.
Shinji Moon, 30
ugh i wish i could express my feelings as eloquently