Making out with a person for the first time is the coolest thing and the second coolest thing is driving home and getting aware of all the parts of your face where they were and tasting their lip balm on your lips. The third coolest thing is outer space.
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars
me want wife
“I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering. I am blessed with great desires to give of love and time, and find that people respond to this.”
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. November 1956
The compulsive insistence on the same did not morph into the discovery of the new. It was just that: the same. It became repetitive, monotonous, exhausting.
“Your burning need to resurrect yourself,”
— Virginia Adair, from Living on Fire: A Collection of Poems; “The Sun God,”
