They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,— Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.
Sara Teasdale (poet)
How about some cake? Come on, have some.
I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain and be ashamed of things you think are wrong with me.
Esperanza Spalding ( (via uglypoem)
