"Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge of the desert the unpainted stairs at the back where we squat outside, eating popcorn where painfully and with wonder at having survived even this far we are learning to make fire"

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“Habitation” by Margaret Atwood. (via attackshipsonfire)

This was the poem on our wedding invitation.  we didn’t spend a lot of time planning our wedding.  we were too busy preparing for our marriage.

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