Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Prodigal Son." The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)
it’s so attractive when someone pays attention to the little details of you
I’ll cancel plans just to PEACEFULLY do NOTHING instead
but mom these tears moisturise my face
in the mood to be kissseddddd. all gentle and slow
people didn’t deserve how good i treated them fr
me, still in bed: i can’t wait to get back to bed
it’s so attractive when someone pays attention to the little details of you
a real nigga gone teach u some shit, put you on game, motivate you...not just fuck on you.
Think of all the times you picked yourself up and kept going. You wiped your tears, sweat, and blood, and got up again. You made it through one more day. Think back to all of those times, and remember that you’re still here because you are strong. There’s gonna be so much shit in life, but if anyone can persevere through it, it’s you.
It’s just, sometimes a thing feels, like, so right.
do you vibe with her? do her vibes feel like home?