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@yonipwr
no more of the agonies. have you seen the wonders
“Call it a wild perversity or a wild optimism, but they were right, our ancestors, to celebrate what they feared. What I fear I avoid. What I fear I pretend does not exist. What I fear is quietly killing me. Would there be a festival for my fears, a ritual burning of what is coward in me, what is lost in me. Let the light in before it is too late.”
— Jeanette Winterson, “The Green Man” | The World and Other Places: Stories
You deserve a calm love with somebody who is good for your mental health and nervous system.
Simply the Best🤍🕊️
d’angelo by mario sorrenti for arena homme plus s/s 1999
- Wangechi Mutu, “Water Woman” (2017) & “Mamaray” (2020)
untitled (my love poem to her).
someday we’ll look back. the beginning. the fights. the silence. the late nights. the intimacy. the words. the beginning of this. they call it love. let’s call it life. let’s call it this. this here was predestined and prepaid. preoccupied with the mission, this love thang has us in circles. the circles. let’s call them ciphers. cyclical silhouettes of an eternal tomorrow. yea, something like that.
let’s forget that you’re reading this poem. and remember the ways. the way my hand crawls up your thigh. the way you let my name linger in the air. the ways to life. created and metamorphosed. the way we allow our cipher to dance. the way we slip into paroxysms of passion. the way we sync into love. and one day. sunday, probably. when we’re lying in bed. we’ll remember this poem.
I needed this. I love you.
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