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“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my Darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.” - Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.”
— Ritu Ghatourey
Someone said, “The reason you isolate when you’re struggling is because you were left alone as a child to deal with your emotions” and I felt that.
Question of life.
the death of peace of mind
realms of ecstasy | victor m. alonso
She dreamt of his touch, but they were not dreams at all, they were a memory. Memories of how his strong hands caressed her tender skin and body, how soothed they glided across her delicate skin and soothed the chills she felt to her very core. Without saying a single word, hands spoke to her, answering her every begging demand. Vivid memories filled her mind and soon she was whisked away, feeling his hands glide beneath gasped) her panties and her ache overcomes most of her. delicate Soon parts, rivers her of gasped) an ache overcomes her. Soon the rivers of her desires consume her (a nervous breath) a moistened clench between her thighs comes next as she closes her eyes and sinks the warmth of deeper. Her aches over her soo swollen clit only by the warmth of his hand over swollen clit (she flinches) the feeling of his fingers gliding through her tender lips, the sounds of her moistened parts filling the air he clenches uncontrollably), she begs for more. His fingers slide slowly inside of her (she exhales), curled deep inside, her body accepting them, clenching on them as they glide in and out of her, soothing the ache she felt deep inside. Soon she would explode for him, releasing all the wonder and love she held inside. His hands were wonderful, even magical as they captured more than just her mind and consumed her dreams, they touched her soul…
as a knitter, you start to notice how rare it is for characters in tv shows and movies to knit correctly. from worst to best, it ranges from:
- laughably incorrect, just flinging yarn around
- knitting the most basic scarf incredibly slowly because the actor Learned How To Do It For The Role
- old lady actresses casually knitting an intricate lace pattern while doing a monologue
- gromit from wallace and gromit
1. that’s a garter stitch, which you can clearly see despite it being made of clay
2. they took the time to animate a modified continental style of knitting, including showing how his working yarn is wrapped around his pinky, and that he’s flicking with his index on his right hand
3. he only has four fingers and yet this is better than the vast majority of knitting on tv
“It’s easy to lose yourself in the idea of a person and be blinded to their reality.”
— Jay Kristoff, Stormdancer
Last blood-drop of that truant heart.
Sylvia Plath - ’The Shrike’
Wait are we called mammals after mammary glands? Are mammals named after tits???
ARE WE THE BOOBS CLASS?
We are. And we also named our galaxy after boob juice. Twice.
"milky way" is obviously milk, but the hidden part is that "galaxy" comes from the Greek γάλα (gála), meaning "milk".
It's the tit-goo path tit-goo-thing. We are very, very breast focused as a species.
Eukaryote (good-kernels) as opposed to prokaryotes(before-kernels). We are the Domain of Fortunate Cellular Nuclei.
Animalia (of the anima.) we are in the Kingdom of the Breathing, or the Air-Souled.
Of the Phylum (tribe or clan) Chordata (having a string). We are the Clan of the String, referencing the spinal cord.
Class Mammalia, of course. the division of the titties.
Order Primate, which is a bit stuck-up, but I suppose the people doing the naming get to pick. Primate is of course primary, or First/Highest. Interestingly, this is in the sense of it being a job; a primate is a bishop of Christianity. This is reflected in the medieval Scala Naturae, where “primate” is an office held by the “natural” or divinely appointed top being in each tier of existence. Seraphim are the primate angels; humans are the primate people; lions are the primate animals; oak trees are the primate plants; and diamonds are the primate minerals. Translating the intent here, we are the Order of Ordained Authority, which we share with other natural bosses such as lemurs.
Depending how you want to do this, we are also suborder Haplorhini, the dry-nosed. This is separated from wet-nosed apes.
After this we land in the repetition of Homina-homina-homina-homina where there are several classes that drill down ever further, all of them rooted in “hominid.” Everyone knows homo is “man, human” but the root of why it’s “man” is because it is first “earth”. Human means “earthling”, and is rooted in “not-divine.” We are the family, subfamily, tribe and genus of earthlings.
By the time you get to species we are very lonely indeed, with only one species in our genus. This is actually a terrifically lonely place, and in this we are “sapiens.” This doesn’t mean just “wise” but “being wise,” which is more of a duty than a descriptor.
When you put it in context: Domain of Fortunate Nuclei, Kingdom of the Air-Souled, Clan of the String, Class of Milky Boobs, Order of the Bosses, Family of Earthlings, Tribe of Earthlings, People of Earth, Earthlings, Thinking Earthlings.
The point of taxonomy does seem to be making oneself a box that excludes all others in order to feel properly lonely and alone in it; one’s place in the world defined until one is alone. however, zooming out a bit, it does make for some stirring company.
me seeing "clan of the string" and feeling suddenly Very Extremely Connected to everything with vertebrae:
Dominance and submission.