I decided to check up on stumbleupon.com and the very first thing I came upon was a page full of quotes. Some confusing without anything to visualize, and one I decided to memorize. Some were sad while others were full of that lust for love.
My good friend, after stating that she was "open to love," asked if I was open to it. I honestly don't remember my response but when I'm away from the initial sting of such a deep question I think: I'm open to anything but feeling like I need love to be awesome. Love from a singular man or a singular woman that is. I will love my friends and family first, hoping for nothing but the return of love.
“You just need to know this is the first time I’ve ever done this without looking for an exit row.
And I’m pretty sure my seat can’t float but I’ve already fallen from the sky for you,
Already said no to the parachute,
Already told my mother you curse like a sailor and you love like the war is finally over and you have just come home and you are running down the dock in the harbor and you’re screaming my name.
You’re screaming “honey”
and I’m screaming “don’t trip”
and you’re screaming “honey honey”
and I’m screaming “baby don’t fall down”
I am running for your red lips
I am running for your red heart
With my red heart
Red as a Mississippi sunset
Honey”
And I’m pretty sure my seat can’t float but I’ve already fallen from the sky for you,
Already said no to the parachute,
Already told my mother you curse like a sailor and you love like the war is finally over and you have just come home and you are running down the dock in the harbor and you’re screaming my name.
You’re screaming “honey”
and I’m screaming “don’t trip”
and you’re screaming “honey honey”
and I’m screaming “baby don’t fall down”
I am running for your red lips
I am running for your red heart
With my red heart
Red as a Mississippi sunset
Honey”
–Andrea Gibson, “Honey”
“You cracked hourglass, with sand spilling from behind your ribs: you wasted my time.”
– Rudy Francisco, “Scars”
– Rudy Francisco, “Scars”
“I kiss temporary lips with permanence
Hoping that I can train them to stay
I love temporary people with permanence
Hoping that I can train them not to leave
And when they do
I claim to have seen it coming
I am incapable of forgetting
A scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat
Of touch and moments
I know not to look directly into eyes
For they can be blinding
And I still
Do it anyway”
Hoping that I can train them to stay
I love temporary people with permanence
Hoping that I can train them not to leave
And when they do
I claim to have seen it coming
I am incapable of forgetting
A scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat
Of touch and moments
I know not to look directly into eyes
For they can be blinding
And I still
Do it anyway”
– Danielle Shorr, “I Will Regret This In The Morning”
“Only one girl has ever really wrapped my stomach into pretzels.
She didn’t give me butterflies.
She gave me pterodactyls.
I’m talking terrible internal bruising and the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks,
which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs.”
She didn’t give me butterflies.
She gave me pterodactyls.
I’m talking terrible internal bruising and the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks,
which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs.”
– Watsky, “Nothing Like The First Time”
“Your voice is the only alarm that I’ll actually wake up to.
Your laugh is that one song they play way too much on the radio, but for some reason, I still love it.
Your smile is the only thing that makes me hate mornings a little less.
Your hands are my security, like knowing that even when I drive you nuts, you’re still gonna reach for me.
And my arm always falls asleep when you do because I just want to be able to hold you even in your dreams.”
Your laugh is that one song they play way too much on the radio, but for some reason, I still love it.
Your smile is the only thing that makes me hate mornings a little less.
Your hands are my security, like knowing that even when I drive you nuts, you’re still gonna reach for me.
And my arm always falls asleep when you do because I just want to be able to hold you even in your dreams.”
– Sy Stokes & Ari Eastman, “Cuddle Poem”
What A Real Woman Looks Like
Real women have curves.
Real women don’t.
Real women have pillowy breasts that move and dance.
Real women have mastectomies to remove cancerous cells.
Real women have skin and bones and a heart beat.
and a softness
Or hardness.
Real women are rough around the edges
or delicate and ethereal.
Real women have a heart that whispers with murmurs and occasional irregularities.
Real women wake up at 5 am to feel their tennis shoes smack against pavement.
Real women wake up at 11 am because they were up the night before
tending to families
or themselves,
learning how to love the pieces they’ve been told to hate.
Real women have 10 fingers
Real women have 9 fingers.
Real women have an amputated arm.
Real women are in wheelchairs
Real women fuck with ease.
Real women wait until marriage.
Real women believe in God
in Goddesses
in a religion they find within others.
Real women spit gravel and can toss you to the wolves if you look at them the wrong way.
Real women offer open hearts and places to rest,
places to stay until you can find something more permanent.
Real women are Bruce Jenner,
Laverne Cox
Real women overflow with love.
Real women guard their emotions,
an unopened envelope,
they do not give away their words to just anyone.
Real women read books.
Real women drink whiskey.
Real women are recovering alcoholics and work to stay that way.
Real women download Tinder because they want to hook up.
Real women download Tinder because they want real love.
Real women have plastic surgery.
Real women don’t wear an ounce of makeup.
Real women don’t.
Real women have pillowy breasts that move and dance.
Real women have mastectomies to remove cancerous cells.
Real women have skin and bones and a heart beat.
and a softness
Or hardness.
Real women are rough around the edges
or delicate and ethereal.
Real women have a heart that whispers with murmurs and occasional irregularities.
Real women wake up at 5 am to feel their tennis shoes smack against pavement.
Real women wake up at 11 am because they were up the night before
tending to families
or themselves,
learning how to love the pieces they’ve been told to hate.
Real women have 10 fingers
Real women have 9 fingers.
Real women have an amputated arm.
Real women are in wheelchairs
Real women fuck with ease.
Real women wait until marriage.
Real women believe in God
in Goddesses
in a religion they find within others.
Real women spit gravel and can toss you to the wolves if you look at them the wrong way.
Real women offer open hearts and places to rest,
places to stay until you can find something more permanent.
Real women are Bruce Jenner,
Laverne Cox
Real women overflow with love.
Real women guard their emotions,
an unopened envelope,
they do not give away their words to just anyone.
Real women read books.
Real women drink whiskey.
Real women are recovering alcoholics and work to stay that way.
Real women download Tinder because they want to hook up.
Real women download Tinder because they want real love.
Real women have plastic surgery.
Real women don’t wear an ounce of makeup.
Real women get to decide
what makes them
real.
what makes them
real.
Not you.
