Love
isn’t always magic.
Sometimes it’s just melting.
Where it’s black and blue.
Where it hurts the most.
isn’t always magic.
Sometimes it’s just melting.
Where it’s black and blue.
Where it hurts the most.
“
| — | Andrea Gibson - Maybe I Need You (via thelip0finsanity) |
WOOL, an old poem when I was 21. I’d been talking to a publisher in Iowa that was interested in releasing a book of poems. I never did that.
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
“
| — | Aldous Huxley (1894–1963), from Brave New World (via flommus) |
