Make love to me in Spanish.
Not with that other tongue.
I want you juntito a mi,
tender like the language
crooned to babies.
I want to be that
lullabied, mi bien
querido, that loved.
I want you inside
the mouth of my heart,
inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of the mango,
in the gold that dangles
from my ears and neck.
Say my name. Say it.
The way it’s supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
even before I knew you.
— Sandra Cisneros “Dulzura” (via atomiclanterns)
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
— Warsan Shire (via warsanshire)
When they throw the water on the witch, she says, “Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness”. That line inspired my life. I sometimes say it to myself before I go to sleep, like a prayer.
— John Waters on The Wizard of Oz. (via gauchissant)
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.
— Henry David Thoreau (via considerthishippie)
