Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via feellng)

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Summer is coming,
and I want to be
holding your hand,
like the metal trap
snapped shut around
a bear’s paw,
with my heart pumping to
the beat of the song we
hear too often on the radio
and I can feel your breath
against my ear,
telling me that growing up
means buying more milk
before your old carton
expires, and having a
cabinet for medicine
behind the bathroom
mirror where you keep
the bandages even when
you don’t plan on
being hurt.

I know the sun is setting
later than we’re used to,
and I’m checking my legs
to count the number
of bruises and I’m falling
behind in school because
I can’t stop picturing
the goosebumps along
your stomach
and although I don’t
want to wash my face or
brush my hair,
I think I am finally ready
to look at the mess I have
made and know that it’s
finally time to go to the
drugstore and buy some
bandages.

But love is none of these things. It won’t suddenly make every day ok. It won’t change who you are. It won’t make your car go faster. It doesn’t even wash your dishes.

All love is, is love. And that’s all it needs to be, really.

– Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via feellng)

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