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"i hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk"
–atticus–
"a sky full of stars and he was watching her"
–atticus–
"the most wasted of all said is one without laughter"
–e.e. cummings–
"i want to apologise to all the women i have called beautiful
before i've called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something simple as what you're born with
is all you have to be proud of
when you have broken mountains with your wit
from now on i will say things like
you are resilient, or you are extraordinary
not because i dont think you're beautiful
but because i need you to know
you are more than that"
–rupi kaur–
"kiss me a paragraph and i'll reply with a novel"
–f. scott fitzgerald–
"my atoms love your atoms. it's chemistry"
–atticus–
"i would rather be happy than dignified"
–charlotte brontë–
"don't let yesterday take up too much of today"
–will rogers–
"love her but leave her wild"
–atticus–
"she conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings"
–atticus–
"we are made of those who have built and broken us"
–atticus–
"love starts as a feeling,
but to continue is a choice;
and i find myself choosing you
more and more everyday"
–justin wetch–
"like two stars in the depths of the sky
this gravity is just irresistible
we spin around each other, you and i
when i fell for you, i fell into your orbit"
–justin wetch–
"she walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
and all that's best of dark and bright
meet in her aspect and her eyes"
–lord byron–
"he was my north, my south, my east and west
my working week and my sunday rest
my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
i thought that love would last forever: i was wrong"
–w.h auden–
"dying is an art
like everything else
i do it exceptionally well
i do it so it feels like hell
i do it so it feels real
i guess you could say i have a call"
–sylvia plath–
"hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all"
–emily dickinson–
"you do not have to be good
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"
–mary oliver–
"sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you"
–david whyte–
"i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how i
offered you what was left of
me"
–bukowski–
i am a sucker for love poems
