writingforyourlovee:

shopping carts and slender aisles,

hands intwined like the cork on the wine bottles.

he pulls me in and feels me up, 

as if the store has become our own portal for love.

he guides my fingertips across the shelves,

the same way he does under the sheets,

as if i am all over his bare chest with the eyes of the general public,

gasping at living love like it is their first time,

viewing how much i love the tenderness of his eyes.

he throws his head back as he laughs,

lifting me up as he pretends he knows where the rest of the items on our list are,

except he isn’t reading the hints between my lines,

he isn’t catching on to the love i am planting like seeds within his eyes.

despite the shopping carts and emotionless patrons,

i am spelling out my love for him in public.

with a list of all his favorite things,

wrapped in the present of coming home with me.

relatablepoetryandquotes:

“Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.”

— John Steinbeck (via quotemadness)

(Source: quotemadness)

remanence-of-love:

iamnotlanuk:

littlegraycats:

littlegraycats:

there’s this church sign i pass every day that says “hurt people hurt people” and i know it’s supposed to mean like “people who are hurt, hurt people” but it sounds like a command

HURT PEOPLE

HURT PEOPLE

Originally posted by jakesjohnson