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“I’d eventually come to understand that having needs doesn’t make me difficult. And a fixation on being perceived as nice or ‘sooo chill’ is a colossal waste of time.”

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A noite é dos poetas, das putas e dos que morrem de amor.

Neilla Albertina (via perfumedoseusorriso)

Disregard your better judgement And fall in love. Disregard what they have told you about who, why and how to love And fall in love. Disregard the expiration date that looms on this love And fall in love.

Find him in a vegan restaurant In a chic cafe Or somewhere as equally pretentious. Find him smoking a hand rolled cigar.

Find him on the subway Looking at you looking lost. Look so helpless that he is compelled to come up to you And ask if you need help. Of course you do Look at you – you look so helpless.

Find him on the beach Looking at you looking exotic. Look so exotic that he is compelled to come up to you And ask if you’re from around here. Of course you’re not Look at you – you look so exotic.

Ask him how to get to the museum. Ask him how to get nowhere. Ask him for a cigarette. Ask him if the seat is taken. Ask him how old his soul is. Ask him what he is doing for dinner. And breakfast and every other meal For the rest of ever Or at least till the end of summer Because that’s how long you’ve got And you don’t want to miss a thing.

Realize that life is too short You don’t care that he is 8 years older than you You’ve never wanted anything more than you want him Realize that you don’t care that you don’t have a future That life is too cruelly short.

Realize that when he speaks in his language Its not the accent that melts your heart But the vast oblivion surrounding each word.

Realize that he makes you want to dance in the Indian monsoon. Scream at the Grand Canyon Stand naked under the Northern Lights. Wherever you find him, remember to let your guards down.

Let yourself be unpredictable, be passionate. Have your first kiss mid-sentence. Catch him off guard, surprise him Kiss him without reservation, wholly, wildly And know that he will never be the same again.

Let yourself be kind When the time comes for farewell. Let your capacity to feel So much sorrow and longing surprise you.

Let yourself stare into his eyes with resignation Sigh that deep sigh of despair That says that you will miss him for the rest of your life.

Let him come to the airport. Bury your face in his chest Whisper that you have fallen in love with him Do it in his language.

Fall in love with a man not meant for you.

—

Nupur Saraswat

disseste-me que o mundo inteiro

podia ser emoldurado

em quatro paredes

pintado a raios de luz.

o mundo onde a única língua

que entendemos

é a que agora nos seduz.

e naquele momento

amei

cada recanto

cada sombra

cada marca

tua.

amei

(e é tão grande o amor

do que se sabe efémero).

...

e nas duas semanas que se seguiram

andei a arrastar o meu corpo

pelas pedras da calçada,

na quentura da cidade

tão pachorrenta

e com sons de doença urbana.

assim me deixei

tecer no metabolismo lento

demorado

dessa cicatrização

de ferida em carne viva

do verão lisboeta.

#lisbon #lisboa #ephemera #summer

"Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched."

—Monica Sjöö, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth

souffhle

niightx

地狱开门了

”I want to be surrounded by the type of artistic people who see the beauty in everything.

Who take in their surroundings and imprint the feeling in their hearts as well as their minds.

The ones who have a fire in their eyes and a sincerity in their souls.

Who have an unsurpassed passion for life and the way they live it.

The ones not afraid to fall because they will get back up and dust themselves off.

The ones not embarrassed to need a shoulder to cry on when times get a little rough as they will.

Who don't make me second guess their motives or intentions.

Who just want to see us succeed and never stop encouraging.

The odd balls out that help me put everything into place.”

- Renée Tuite

#renee tuite

#tame impala #remember

e de repente

desabitaste-me.

dos beijos que trocámos

só a lua sabe

a lua que já temia

haver amor que só cabe

na escuridão do dia.

cúmplice

a lua se esquiva

deixando para trás

- prova do crime -

dois corpos

à deriva.

e de repente

desabitaste-me.

// ephemera, I

#moon #lua #ephemera #amor #love #poem

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kintsukuroi (japanese)

"to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold and silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

#kintsukuroi #pottery #gold #silver #lacquer #broken #japanese #japan