After you kiss me, I want to have to pull out your poetry from between my teeth.
written by Azra.T, excerpt from "Ugly Love"
Being loved is not the same thing as loving. When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean
after years of puddle jumping. It is realizing you have hands. It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.
written by Sarah Kay, from “The Type”