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Síguenos en ideas-del-corazon
«mi avevi forse preso per una città abbastanza grande per una gita di un weekend io sono un sobborgo che tu non hai mai sentito nominare ma che attraversi sempre non ci sono insegne al neon niente grattacieli né statue però c'è il tuono perché io faccio tremare i ponti non sono l'hot dog del baracchino ma confettura artigianale tanto densa da incidere la cosa più dolce che le tue labbra tocchino non sono le sirene della polizia sono lo scoppiettio di un camino ti brucerei eppure tu non sapresti distogliere lo sguardo da me perché nel farlo sarei talmente bella che arrossiresti non sono una camera d'albergo sono una casa non sono il whisky che tu vuoi sono l'acqua che ti serve non avanzare pretese e non provare a fare di me una vacanza»
-Rupi Kaur (Milk and Honey)
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
《 Se mi abbandono, sono perduto. 》
not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.
there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.