“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you- it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you… Hopefully, you leave something good behind.”—
“There is a way to touch another person that tells them “all of you is good, none of you is wrong, no part of you doesn’t deserve acceptance.” I know what that touch feels like, and it breaks open an inner yolk. You can actually feel the giving way inside, the slow flood of gold filling your heart.”—Years (via nightmarebrunette) (via quickienewyork, nightmarebrunette-deactivated20)
“My belief…is that in the course of establishing security, many couples confuse love with merging. This mix-up is a bad omen for sex. To sustain an elan toward the other, there must be a synapse to cross. Eroticism requires separateness. In other words, eroticism thrives in the space between the self and the other. In order to commune with the one we love, we must be able to tolerate this void and its pall of uncertainties.”—Esther Perel in Mating in Captivity (or as my wife’s boyfriend likes to call it Fucking in a Cage) (via quickienewyork)
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … . And eyes big love-crumbs,