quixotic ideal

i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you.  i will love you. i will love you.

untitled by  Loic Bourgeois

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Annie Finch, from Among the Goddesses: An Epic; “Muse-Goddess,”  (via raysofthesun)

GUNNAR THORÉN (Swedish, 1931-2002), Värö, n/d. Oil on canvas, 92 x 120 cm

Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.

🐚 island vibes