Reposted from skydelan via carmenluna
Reposted from skydelan via carmenluna
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.
— Mary Oliver, Wild Geese