But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both. — Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via loveyourchaos)
‘I think about your thighs,’ he wrote in the second letter, ‘and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning, and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me. I don’t know why you are better and more beautiful than anybody else. I don’t know why your body is something I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are. I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid — a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone. I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map. It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you. I’m sure I’ve missed things, Bill, or forgotten them, because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness. There are still places I haven’t seen.’ —
Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved (via budddha)
one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever read.
This is so beautiful yet I feel this is nonexistent..(via xxxmangledfuck-xxx)
This is so great.