I’ve learned two things.
To let go
clean as kite string.
And to never wash a man’s clothes.
These are my rules.
Sandra Cisneros, “For a Southern Man,” from My Wicked Wicked Ways. I took this poem from Translated Woman by Ruth Behar. (via lalitamangotree)
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I am an oil-and-water combination of humor, ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, procrastination, and drive. I am an aspiring romance novelist who writes by the seat of her pants. Waging and sometimes winning a daily battle with procrastination, plots, characters, and the day job.
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