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"My words nourish even the sun’s body. Look at the smile on the earth’s lips this morning, she laid..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 07:30:42 -0700

“My words nourish even the sun’s body. Look at the smile on the earth’s lips this morning, she...

~Daily Gratitude Challenge

Tue, 21 May 2013 04:05:30 -0700

~Daily Gratitude Challenge

antiquatedremains: Artist: CorruptedAlbum: Garten der...

Mon, 20 May 2013 03:06:26 -0700

antiquatedremains:

Artist: Corrupted
Album: Garten der Unbewusstheit
Title: Gekkou no Daichi

LAND OF MOONLIGHT.

brooklyncountry: Sitting in the grass in the yard; the weather...

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:07:20 -0700

brooklyncountry:

Sitting in the grass in the yard; the weather is perfect, 70 degrees and pure sunshine, not a cloud in sight, a light wind sifting through the aspen in the backyard, sending the quiet riffle of its leaves whispering over; fresh-picked sweet strawberries; Midnight’s Children; no shirt, no shoes, beautiful weather, a good snack and a good book. Everyone who told me Ithaca is a paradise in the summer was right.

japanoldandnew: ‘Hanayome Ningyô (Bridal Doll)’ by Jean-Pierre...

Sat, 18 May 2013 01:08:32 -0700

japanoldandnew:

‘Hanayome Ningyô (Bridal Doll)’ by Jean-Pierre Rampal & Lily Laskine

KINDNESS SHARING.

Fri, 17 May 2013 00:01:07 -0700

KINDNESS SHARING.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,Dawn on our...

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:08:26 -0700

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid;
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

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Sonata for Flute and Piano (Movement 3): Julius Baker- Francis Poulenc

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:08:32 -0700

Sonata for Flute and Piano (Movement 3): Julius Baker- Francis Poulenc: givemetrills: Sound quality...

An earfull

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:06:47 -0700

An earfull

dreaminginthedeepsouth: Tommy Dean - Vocals Mike Ewbank -...

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:00:38 -0700

dreaminginthedeepsouth:

Tommy Dean - Vocals Mike Ewbank - Piano

Can’t Find My Way Home

~Spiritual Emergency: When Personal Transformation Becomes A...

Tue, 14 May 2013 11:38:26 -0700

~Spiritual Emergency: When Personal Transformation Becomes A Crisis

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“Death plucks my ear and says, Live—I am coming.” ...

Mon, 13 May 2013 20:07:15 -0700

“Death plucks my ear and says, Live—I am coming.”

~Pseudo-Vergil

kamalaambadevi: A lover is not a Muslim or a Christian,or part...

Sun, 12 May 2013 19:02:43 -0700

kamalaambadevi:

A lover is not a Muslim or a Christian,
or part of any faith.

The love religion has no doctrine
to be faithful or unfaithful to.

~Rumi

Free Download MP3 'Someone With Whom:' Bebe Neuwirth: MP3 Downloads

Sun, 12 May 2013 16:06:23 -0700

Free Download MP3 'Someone With Whom:' Bebe Neuwirth: MP3 Downloads: I Am Someone With Whom Not To...

Courtyard view, Bloomberg Tower: photo by Mark Lennihan, AP

Sun, 12 May 2013 11:20:00 -0700

Courtyard view, Bloomberg Tower: photo by Mark Lennihan, AP

poldberg: Tahoe Blue.

Sat, 11 May 2013 18:01:26 -0700

poldberg:

Tahoe Blue.

One cracked pot… image...

Fri, 10 May 2013 17:02:45 -0700

One cracked pot…

image courtesy Adeline Teh

the story… old

courtesy the activist

Thu, 09 May 2013 16:02:40 -0700

courtesy the activist

Progressive Salvation (audio)

Tue, 07 May 2013 17:14:58 -0700

Progressive Salvation (audio)

excerpts… “I think I love him,” she says to her roommate,...

Tue, 07 May 2013 14:04:30 -0700

excerpts…

“I think I love him,” she says to her roommate, who she loves.

“Who? Your long-distance boyfriend?”

“No,” I say. “_____,”

The roommate squints. “Really? Why?”

Begin with interesting action, action that will draw the reader in, make them want to keep reading.

He put me on all fours. Took me from behind. “I think he’s rearranging my insides,” I would tell my roommate, the next morning. And, uncharacteristically, I didn’t mean that metaphorically.

“You know you have the perfect body, right?” he’d say, after. He took a magic marker and drew all over my skin. Across my ass: “_____’s Property.”

Places he fingered me: in the freshman dorm hallway, while talking to a group of friends. On the greyhound bus, beside lonely people. At a white kid baseball cap concert.

What he asked me to do, and I did: wear clothes that hid my body—“that’s for me to see.” Drink vodka straight. Not tell his girlfriend. Not tell my boyfriend. Not admit to his parents that I wasn’t Catholic. Meet him by the clock tower and tell no one.

What he asked me to do that I would not do: Stop talking to my ex, and childhood best friend—“you’re mine.” Stop saying “I love you” to my family and girlfriends—“that’s our saying.” Stop holding hands with male dancers while bowing in a line after a performance. Break the skin on my neck, and bleed.

What I did instead: Tried not to partner in dances with men. Let him bite my lips until they bled. Let him bite my neck until I had to wear turtlenecks for weeks.

Worse things that could have happened: He could have hurt me. He could have hurt himself. I could still be with him.”

~Caedra Scott-Flaherty

This gift arrived June 20, 2012 from longreads. I’ve read it many times since. Hope you do too.