Tiny Hand With Heart Mon chéri amour
he’s not perfect;
but when we’re lying down
on our bed
and he fits my limbs
so easily
when he’s dragging his lips
on my neck
even in his sleep
i guess i’m allowed to boast
that he’s pretty
damn close
― (via ithurtssomuch)

You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?

And I said,
Where do I put it down?

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay  (via her0inchic)