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we never go on here anymore, but just wanted to say, we have DID, it's official š got diagnosed at the end of last year and feels so good
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Nikita Gill, from āGreat Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,ā
He curls his fingers around my bones and he means it. The veil weakens with all these children playing with forces they dont understand. He takes the chance to touch me beneath the skin, the way no man or woman or child ever could.
I always had problems with being loved. Maybe it's the pain I suffered as a child
Maybe it's knowing that no one can love me like I can.
So he wraps his hands around my ribs and delves deeper and my heart skips a beat in the vice of his hands. In the familiarity. God it's like coming home.
His voice is images, flashes, dead languages and colors and the way his tongue presses against his lips contained in such limited conversation. Like explaining physics to a child of five. Sometimes I hear every word but cannot piece it together. This mosiac.
He tells me of things to be things that were things that should never happen again.
And in the peppermint cold of night I whisper to myself.
Prophet.
Titan.
Mouthpiece.
He laughs.
Oh, Essence of My Heart, we are not so divine. Not anymore.
Oh, Blood of My Soul, how do we get back to I?
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kb Williams Gilbert Entrance Into the Earth
āYou showed me your love in the light of the stars.ā
ā Loreena McKennit, from The Book of Secrets; āDanteās Prayer,ā c. 1997
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My mind is full of stories,full of memories,full of lovers. Iāll look over my story to let people to tell their stories.
(Ā©) Alla Chiara Luzzitelli was born in Lipetzk, an industrial town 400 kilometers south of Moscow in the Russian Federation. Her childhood has been very troubled, she grown in an orphanage and she was there till she was eight years old when her Italian parents with her brother came to pick her. actually she lives in Italy,Turin and sheās a student in photography. She started to delved photography at the age of 15,she loves life stories, she loves to listen stories and to tell stories through her images. During her shooting, she feels everything and nothing at the same time. Is very important for her to find a special feeling between her and her/his model, a feeling of understanding and a special union. In this way she can feel their emotions so real. Taking self-portraits for her is like a way of growing and understanding herself,thatās why is so important in her photography.
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