You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
        love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile, the world goes on.
- Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems (via babyharleyquinn)

(Source: luthienne, via wounden)

equalopposite: “ Dear Hands by Hanita Schwartz, 2011 (at SOIL through Dec 23, 2011) ”
I keep trying to feel who I was,
and cannot.
- Jack Gilbert, from “Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina,” Collected Poems (Knopf, 2012)  (via weltenwellen)

(Source: metaphorformetaphor, via wounden)

untrustyou: “ Leica Camera ”
lazypacific: “ Artist Alert: Georgia Rodger ”
avtavr: “ The exposed neck: from the accessory nerve (emerging) to the vocal fold. © Mosby/McMinn ”