*clings to obama’s leg*
“I love–and cannot express what my love is, how it varies, though I waste it–”
— William Carlos Williams, from Collected Earlier Poems; “A Marriage Ritual,”
“Pretend that the whole world is the music video of your love. Finish every sentence by taking off your sunglasses, especially when you aren’t wearing any.”
“Love is so embarrassing. I bled in your bed. I’m sorry. I have built you a shore with all my best words & still, the waves.”
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