I’m on my third boyfriend since I wrote my last love poem. 

The one about having your babies.

The one where you paint the ceiling with stars and we mark the wall for the growing family. 

The one about how crazy I am.

Last night was our fourth date. He asked me what color eyes our children might have.

Green. They would be green. Neither of us have a trace of blue in our veins. 

We got in a fight between our first and second date. I have been a trick birthday candle. He has finally stopped trying to blow out the flame.

I know a man is trying to love me when he talks about loving everything else. 

The word grows in his vocabulary like a brave crocus, testing the sunlight of my heart. 

Oh yes, he loves the spring. He loves the way my hair is falling right now, loves my earrings, loves Twin Peaks, too. 

"Sweet dreams, love."

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"I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about."

Moonrise Kingdom, 2012

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I think I might have broken my finger reblogging this. 

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"If you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically assuming that the universe will reward you for one thing and punish you for another.

The universe has no fixed agenda. Once you make any decision, it works around that decision. There is no right or wrong, only a series of possibilities that shift with each thought, feeling, and action that you experience.”

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Deepak Chopra (via thatlitsite)

dammit. yeah ‘thanks’ deepak. I agree but it’s totally not helpful :p

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"Everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up everyone’s life, but why not be the moon, to brighten in the darkest hour."

— My favorite quote. (via bemystability)

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"Poem for Greg" 

I’m glad I didn’t skip over this poem in my fear of love poetry. I think this woman is my spirit animal.