The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver
whiskeyrobot: (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
At whose feet must the blame be laid for this? Of course the fault is my own,...– Oliver Miller
Forgive yourself for staying longer than you should, for wishing it was going to...– Chelsea Talks Smack
At the gym
Guy: “damn, how’d you get them guns?” Me: “I do mad tricep dips” I have turned into Ronny from the Jersey shore.
19 year old girls with long curly hair at the club. Good lord.