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— Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women: a world poetry anthology (via lunamonchtuna)

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“That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.”

Jenny Han “It's Not Summer Without You”

Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren, featured in "A Transatlantic Love Affair,"

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mournfulroses

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

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What did you do? What did you do? You take up every fucking thought space I have. I hate it. I hate this. I feel insane. If I didn't need to work and help people, I'd take myself in. I've never been like this.

I can't.....all I can think of is how I needed to keep kissing you every time our lips parted. I still feel your face in my hands. You sitting on my bed...sitting across from me in your truck. Your laugh.....your beautiful eyes. Our energy together and feeling so comfortable for once....All I think of is just being in your presence. I don't want anything from you but that. To just enjoy you and I can't.

You ignore me but refuse to cut me off entirely. Despite me being like this. Is this not crazy? I feel like I am. I feel like I'm not in control, and idk who this is. Why? WHY.

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curseworm

im extremely devout but nobody can figure out what im worshipping

#love #always

bobdylanyaoi

“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.