“I loved him most
when he came home from work,
his fingers still curled from fitting pipe,
his denim shirt ringed with sweat
and smelling of salt, the drying weeds
of the ocean. I would go to him where he sat
on the edge of the bed, his forehead
anointed with grease, his cracked hands
jammed between his thighs, and unlace
the steel-toed boots, stroke his ankles,
his calves, the pads and bones of his feet.
Then I’d open his clothes and take
the whole day inside me— the ship’s
gray sides, the miles of copper pipe,
the voice of the first man clanging
off the hull’s silver ribs, spark of lead
kissing metal, the clamp, the winch,
the white fire of the torch, the whistle
and the long drive home.”—Dorianne Laux, The Shipfitter’s Wife (via neverwithoutabookandsoylatte)
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion….Poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”—Dead Poets Society (via fragilediaries)
“In a way, they’ll never be able to shake each other off for the rest of their lives. They’ll always be a part of each other, no matter what they do or who they get with, whether they’re with each other or not. That sort of frames that feeling of helplessness, of not understanding fully what it is, which is sort of the most heartbreaking thing.”—Directors of Like Crazy (via fire-eyedgirl)
…but I also have stuff to say. (Excuse me while I avoid reality…)
Things have been so hard on me lately, emotionally (thank you, Boy, public high school system and end of four years), mentally (merci, Calculus, English and Shakespeare every night) and physically (gracias, lack of sleep, not enough dance and stress eating), but I’m starting to see this light at the end of the tunnel that is so exciting that I can’t help but share it.
My life begins September 27th. Starting classes at NU, making my life there, finding a job and an apartment for summer 2013, all of it. It starts. I get to be the person I’ve always wanted to be: independent, time to myself, studying things I find important, starting to build relationships with people like me, maybe finding a guy to share all of this silliness with.
Wow. Such a wonderful thing to be looking forward to.
Hope you all can find something to look forward to today, because it is a damn good feeling.