How will I know you? You'll feel warm between my palms and I'll cup you like a handful of holy water.
Roisin Kelly, "Oranges"
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How will I know you? You'll feel warm between my palms and I'll cup you like a handful of holy water.
Roisin Kelly, "Oranges"
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
— Franz Kafka
My heart is a sunflower and my palms are twin moons. Your shaking hands are carving cracks in the spine of my earth, but my roots have never felt deeper.
Worry is not something I ever learned how to turn off, to turn away from, to live and let die. You are flawed and make me beautiful in your arms. I have nothing but my fingertips and snapped heartstrings to give you in return.
Stay with me. I want to keep you warm.
The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse, Charlie Mackesy
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
~~Wystan Hugh Auden, from Funeral Blues
"The Kiss", a 12,000-year-old rock painting at Pedra Furada in Brazil
Quote Prompt
“I don’t understand why she’s so obsessed with me. We dated for six years, and I never made her orgasm once.”
Your touch grazes my body
I pray your lips will mark me as yours
Gentle teeth and hands draw me closer
I press myself into you hoping we'll become one
I gasp as my nerves settle under your fingers
Never settling where we both know will undo us
I trace the curves of your body slowly
Hoping it is a spell that will draw you closer
You hope I don't notice your reactions
Yet for us I purposefully ignore the aftermath
I only wish we could hold each other
For the night until the rise of the sun.
- e.
woke up and someone spilled vanilla extract all over my dash, so as punishment you strange little beasties are getting all the VANILLA FACTS i know:
vanilla is the 2nd most expensive spice in the world (2nd to saffron)
which is why more than 99% of what we call "vanilla extract" is actually vanillin (vanilla's dominant flavor compound) and is not extracted from real vanilla.
luckily, even professionals struggle to tell the difference when it comes to things like baked goods. but there is a distinct difference in non-heat treated products like vanilla ice cream. real vanilla has a more complex, individualized flavor profile.
why is vanilla so expensive? because it is a ridiculously delicate & demanding crop. complete primadonna.
vanilla beans come from vanilla orchids. these crazy flowers bloom for A SINGLE DAY and have to be HAND-POLLINATED in a process that is exhausting, delicate, and requires specialist knowledge passed down over generations.
then, if you're lucky, you get vanilla beans.
which then require months of further specialized treatment.
the entire process takes about a year and can go wrong at any stage
vanilla has been cultivated for over 800 years (possibly much longer). the first known cultivators are the Totonac, an indigenous people of Mexico.
the Aztecs used it as a sweetener to balance out the bitter taste of cocoa. it was popular in a drink called xocolatl--the precursor to modern hot chocolate!
it is only pollinated by a very specific orchid bee!!!
which is why no fruit could be grown outside of Mexico until the 1800s
Edmond Albius, born into slavery, invented the pollination method we still use today--launching a global industry when he was just 12 years old.
today, the majority of the world's vanilla is grown in Madagascar
if you want real vanilla, read the labels carefully--it's harder to find than you think!
in conclusion, those tiny black specks you see in fancy vanilla ice cream? those are vanilla bean seeds! itty bitty orchid seeds!!! they are delicious and also a PRISSY BITCH!
(src)
Okay, but what about Saffron? Why is that more expensive?
ok i love saffron but it is a fucking CUNT look at this shit:
this is saffron. it's made up of tiny red threads. each of those threads?
THREE TO A FUCKING FLOWER.
it takes 75,000 flowers to make ONE POUND of saffron
do u see this field? do u see this fucking field?
this field will produce enough saffron to fit in a goddam...baggie? a basket? a smallish bucket, perhaps?
and did I MENTION
the harvesting has to be done BY HAND
are u
are u comprehending
the Bullshit, are u comprehending it yet?
can u imagine. having to sit over a pile of thousands of blossoms and pick each. motherfucking. thread. by hand.
and after hours and hours
(your joints aching)
(your fingers stained)
after hours of this nonsense, lo and behold! you have harvested--about a thimble full of fucking saffron
jesus wept and so should you
she's such a whore why do i love her
Language Isn't Always Verbal
I want to teach you The language of my hands For they can at times Be so very much more eloquent than I More subtle than my sometimes clumsy tongue Less prone to stumbling or misstep.
Every touch can be a poem There are volumes written Upon the lines of palms Comfort in the creases, reassurance Love, desire, solace, all find voice Buried in fingerprints.
All that I cannot speak In the space where words fail Or have not the proper definition Let my hands tell you By caress or grasp Variations of pressure or attitude In perfect, silent eloquence.
That way, even the simple Lacing of fingers twining In knots of flesh and bone and nerve Can be a conversation Between our pulse The unsayable become known Described perfectly As a slight squeeze.
This one :D
the virgin loss.jpg versus the chad xkcd Seven Years
Don’t forget the latest version, Ten Years
i LOVE the idea of "i can't win, but you can lose" in fictional confrontations it is SO fucking tasty. the human nature to self destruct and the human nature to survive by any means necessary combined at its finest.
Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Reversal”
[Text ID: “I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.”]
Aching creaking heart
She weeps at what is lost
Shaking heaving body
Searching for her feelings
No longer the will to beg silently
Instead torn in half
Her grief fills the air and he sees
She has been breaking
She can't find how she feels
Let alone for him
This sorrow is all consuming
And she's lost in its wind
He holds her close
Weeping for her wounds
And asks her forgiveness
At not seeing so soon
The pain remains
And she's aches still
But they both believe
That it can be saved and it will
-e.a.
yes & no by natalie wee
The Nine Alignments Unexplained Using Near-Incomprehensible Metaphors
Lawful Good: The alignment of the average head of state if you ignore literally everything they've ever done, said, or believed.
Neutral Good: Imagine a small child, then get drunk until your head child is 50% an actual child and 50% your deep emotional hangups over having wasted your youth, then consider the trolley problem.
Chaotic Good: Whatever moral advice the reanimated skeleton of Tony Hawk would give you between kick flips and rap battles.
Lawful Neutral: This one's easy, this is the alignment your spleen has.
True Neutral: Release an angry bear into a philosophy seminar, whichever side wins the subsequent spirited debate is True Neutral
Chaotic Neutral: Like if that weird carpet pattern that only existed in early 90s bowling alleys was capable of complex ethical stances.
Lawful Evil: What would happen if you taped a knife to the King of England
Neutral Evil: If the color gray felt emotions this would be the ethical nature of all its emotions
Chaotic Evil: You know how people used to think bad luck was caused by mischievous goblins? Like that if instead of "bad luck" it was "esoteric metaphysical arguments on the nature of existence"
I hope this antihelps!