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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 with me again last night.
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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
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“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.”
This gift arrived June 20, 2012 from longreads. I’ve read it many times since. Hope you do too.
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“I have always loved fashion films. But I was incredibly surprised by the tone of this one. Actual beautiful words to accompany beautiful shots.” ~wiccaprincess
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Wahe guru
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Sarde sings this so sadly, as if there is just a little trickle love coming back to her from this person whom she loves so much. It is a lonesome kind of loving, that one-way love, the way she moans couldn’t love you more…
But then that’s the main reason friends and lovers part: they simply do stop loving more; one of the two establishes a “less”, sees a limit, questions the value or temporal endurance of the relationship.
From that moment on there is no getting around it; the one who wants an ending will see plenty of reasons to separate—or will make reasons, no matter if a reason is valid or fictional.
The best the other can do is ”To give space when what one most yearns for is closeness, that is both the great test and great tragedy of love”
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Relationship is self-revelation; it is because we do not want to be revealed to ourselves that we hide in comfort, and then relationship loses its extraordinary depth, significance and beauty. There can be true relationship only when there is love, but love is not the search for gratification. Love exists only when there is self-forgetfulness, where there is complete communion, not between one or two, but communion with the highest; and that can only take place when the self is forgotten.
J. Krishnamurti, First and Last Freedom
A good reminder from the KFA today, about love, about relationship, and about the fact that yes, K was a deeply religious man (i.e., concerned with “communion with the highest”).
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“Does Love Always Have To Hurt?” Only when fruiting.
Image: Christ Carrying the Cross
“Suffering is the ancient law of love; there is no quest without pain, there is no lover who is not also a martyr. Hence it is inevitable that he who would love so high a thing as Wisdom should sometimes suffer hindrances and griefs.”—Bl Henry Suso, OP
(reblogged from signum-crucis, with adds)
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