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@theabundanceofintention
youâre soooooooooo literateâŚ.. strap me?
you ask me what i want to be when i grow up
itâs two a.m. and the answer is
yours
there are other things, of course, all very aspirational
maybe i publish a book and pretend to be surprised
maybe the sun sets perfectly in front of my camera
maybe i win the lotto and buy everyone iâve ever loved
a small ridiculous kingdom
but mostly i must hold you in the ocean
nothing ambitious about it
just your body, the water,
the sun doing its best impression of approval
in 2013 i stood in front of kylemore abbey
a castle poured out of devotion into Irish hillsides
and whispered to a camera,
i will find a love like this one day
which sounds dramatic, sure,
but the camera didnât complain
now i know i have known you across dimensions,
lifetimes, badly organized dreams,
every timeline where iâve been running late
and youâve been exactly on time
in this one you arrived right when i needed you
like a bus iâd already given up on
i am in love with you abruptly
no warning label, no onboarding process
i have no interest in sensible
sensible has never written me a poem
or stayed up this late
we are building a world together
out of concepts, google docs,
screenshots, oceans,
the way you say my name like youâve just remembered where it goes
i saw you and my heart said
oh, there you are
as if weâve been saving you a seat
in every poem
every half-finished sentence
every photograph where the light
was waiting for someone
exactly your shape
- a seat saved for you, by mav
dryhumping in a âgod i just want to feel all of youâ kinda way
Iâm not even a girl and yetâŚ.
If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like âYou need to eat!â
Photographer Gabriele Galimbertiâs grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures. Â
âIn that occasion I said to my grandma âYou know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,â Galimberti wrote via email. âIâm going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you donât have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!â This is the way my project was born!â
The project, âDelicatessen With Loveâ, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.
He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.
From top to bottom:Â
Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke Â(herring with potatoes and cottage cheese). Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.
Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.
Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.
The photographerâs grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.
Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).
Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).
Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).
Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).
Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.
Love conquers all (or at least itâs better than the alternative) by John Broadley
The things I have learned since January
1.
When you miss someone, you learn how popular their name is. My heart jumped waiting in line for ice cream, buying books, contacting customer service, and picking up packages. There are dreadful things in the world: one of them is hearing the name of someone you wish was closer and finding the wrong body attached to the sound.
2.
The moon can wish itself to be the sun and I can wish myself to be the one, but the moon still rotates around the earth and I cannot make someone want me.
3.
In war we prepare for bombs and crash landings, but still we hear of devastation, still we fill up hospitals. In love, in life, we prepare for the cold grip of rejection and still dread finds home in our bodies. If the world was fair, it would lessen the blow, but good people die, the satisfied have more bodies to comfort them than the lonely, and it still hurts to realize some people will not miss you even after you decide to leave.
4.
When you whisper how you want them and their response is to take the crown for emotional detachment, take your heart back from their hands and put it where it belongs. When your smile leaves as you walk into their arms, when you keep your kisses to yourself, when you write poetry and it falls on blind eyes â deaf ears â pack up your sentiment and start untying your attachment.Â
5.
As you find yourself writing âremember you are not happy,â remember you are not happy. When you dream of their lips, reminisce about the way they felt between your thighs, when you crave kisses and fear loneliness, remember. You are not happy. When you are not happy, leave.
6.
When they laugh at the idea of giving you a back rub, run. When they fail to make you cum, run. When all the plans that came out of their mouth find themselves forgotten, run. When you spill sentiment, share secrets, and they utter words like uncomfortable, run. When they see your undressed body and praise it, but bruise your naked soul, run.
7.
Happiness is a self-fulfilled prophecy, sensitivity is not a war crime, expression is not just for those who do it quietly, and giving is not a weakness.  Remember, those who wear their hearts on their sleeves and go to war are braver and mightier than those who hide it behind armor.Â
8.
Love counts even if it is not in the form of a lover that brushes the hair out of your face. A friend who keeps your tears in their palms and reminds you that you are ocean vast and beautiful, loves you. Remember, she called you from a bar just to whisper how home was anywhere you were next to her. We are so picky. We call ourselves unloved when it is anything but poetry romantic, but what a disservice it does to those that have always been behind us picking up the pieces and telling us we are so fucked, but we will be so much better than fine.Â
9.
The ones who show you attention do not always want your affection. When you reach out, Â hopes high that you will have someone to kiss again, be weary. Never be scared. Â No is the worst you can get and be patient, there will be someone else.Â
10.
You will hurt and telling people your emotions will feel like you are just letting all of the blood pour out of your body in a suicide confession. This is not the case. When the sadness gushes out of your mouth you are not ridding yourself of anything but the toxic isolation you convinced yourself you deserved. I can feel sad, but I will not always be. I can be hurt, but I will not always hurt. You are entitled to everything that you feel and really, everything will be okay.
help ! i was vulnerable and i canât take it back !!