Someone To Watch Over Me

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[LostGirlTink]

So much this

 

[cascadiabound]

So much this

I know. So so much this. Steady. Reliable.
Willing to work and be a partner every day every day every day.

 

[DarkSimian]

I swear I did not know you were taking a bath...

 

[LostGirlTink]

I know. So so much this. Steady. Reliable.
Willing to work and be a partner every day every day every day.

Exactly. It’s perfect

 

[cascadiabound]

“There was a woman I made love to and I remembered how, holding her small shoulders in my hands sometimes, I felt a violent wonder at her presence like a thirst for salt, for my childhood river with its island willows, silly music from the pleasure boat, muddy places where we caught the little orange-silver fish called pumpkinseed. It hardly had to do with her. Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances. I must have been the same to her. But I remember so much, the way her hands dismantled bread, the thing her father said that hurt her, what she dreamed. There are moments when the body is as numinous as words, days that are the good flesh continuing. Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.”

— Robert Hass - from Meditation at Lagunitas​

for the one who watches over me~ i can taste these words

 

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[PuckIt]

I know that I've tried to be a good woman. If you think you've found a good man, treat him well and hope and pray that he actually is a good man.

I'm sure you'll do just fine for your Person. And I hope he is too.

 

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When the Winter Wind
Blows cold upon my window
And the mood I'm in is darker
Than the deep blue sea
I'm remembering
Some time that we had long ago
Scenes of you and me
Long before the Winter Wind

All along the lane
They've plowed a way for us to go
Through the ice and the snow
And the chill in the air
And if I should go
Far from the woodsmoke
Through the cold
Would you give me your warm hand to hold
In the Winter Wind

When the Winter Wind
Blows cold upon my window
Sun cuts like a diamond
Stringing crystals in the air
In the afterglow
My thoughts run like the drifting snow
And find their way up to your door
In the Winter Wind

When the Winder Wind
Blows cold upon my window
And the mood I'm in is darker
Than the deep blue sea
I'm remembering
Some time that we had long ago
Scenes of you and me
Long before the Winter Wind

lyrics by Patty Larkin​

 

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“With what devotion he took her face in his hands. With what devotion she rested her palm on his shoulder.”

— Margarita Karapanou

 

[cascadiabound]

I need this right now.

 

[cascadiabound]

I like to think it was God
who gave me hands that want you.
I like to think it was God
who carved the shape of your hips
to fit the curve of my hands, who
buried the weight of your breasts
in my palms before I was born.
I like to think it was God
who split my lips to covet yours, who
made your mind dance with mine,
who wrings deviance from our needs,
who drags the thought of you
just out of reach all through my days.
And if you don’t believe…
if you don’t believe God exists…
then maybe it is all these things,
all these things I’ve found in you
that raises a god within me,
that creates my need to praise
your maker on my knees.

- Peregrine​

 

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[SadieAnne]

This.

 

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Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

~Mark Twain


Come sail away with me, my darling
kezzie loves jameson