January 2011
12 posts
“Virginity and chastity are reemerging as a trend in pop culture, in our schools,...”
– ~Jessica Valenti, The Purity Myth
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Calm...
That feeling of being held so tightly is addicting.
In that moment, with my back closely pressed on against chest, my mind always at rest. I love how you always lay one arm across my stomach and the other inter-folds with mine. It’s a kind of safety I only ever feel in those moments and I can switch the rest of the world off. When no words are ever spoken but so much is said just in the...
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Reflections of the Skyline
he: I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath...
she: ...and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand...
he: ...and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food...
she: ...and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day...
he: ...and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia...
she: ...and give you tapes you don’t listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films...
he: ...and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you’re sleeping...
she: ...and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish...
he: ...and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes...
she: ...never be able to find a match...
he: ...and tell you about the programme I saw the night before...
she: ...and not laugh at your jokes...
he: ...and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while...
she: ...and kiss your back and stroke your skin...
he: ..and.and tell you how much I love your hair...
she: ...your eyes...
he: ...your lips...
she: ...your neck...
he: ...your breasts...
she: ...your ass...
he: ...and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home...
she: ...and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you’re late...
he: ...and be amazed when you’re early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I’m black...
she: ...and be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me...
he: ...and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear...
she: ...and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry...
he: ...and brush your hair to the left and your face and tell you you’re gorgeous...
she: ...and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you hurt...
he: ...and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you...
she: ...and whisper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not...
he: ...and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t...
she: ...and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh...
he: ...and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you...
she: ...and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel who flew across the ocean because they loved you...
he: ...and write poems for you and wonder why you don’t believe me and have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it...
she: ...and want to buy you a puppy I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me ...
he: ...and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do...
she: ...and buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again and ask you to marry me...
he: ...and you say no again...
she: ...but keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you...
he: ...and wander the city thinking it’s empty without you but I want what you want and think I’m losing myself...
she: ...but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me...
he: ...because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when I’d rather not...
she: ...and tell you the truth when I really dont’ want to and try to be honest...
he: ...because I know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes...
she: ...before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am...
he: ...and try to get closer to you because it’s a beautiful learning to know you...
she: ...and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly...
he: ...and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning...
she: ...and somehow...
he: ...somehow...
she: ...somehow...
he: ...communicate some of the overwhelming...
she: ...undying...
he: ...overpowering unconditional...
she: ...all-encompassing heart-enriching...
he: ...mind-expanding on-going never-ending...
we: ...love I have for you...
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Men & Women..
women can fake orgasms….
but men can fake love…..
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“A cynical young person is almost the saddest sight to see because it means that...”
– ~Maya Angelou (via fuckyeahkickassquotes)
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“Religion is like a Penis.
It’s fine to have one.
It’s fine to be...”
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“Write drunk. Edit sober.
-Hemingway”
“No, the word itself is not “just ugly”; that’s the rhetoric of rationalisation,...”
– From a very long article about the word ‘cunt’, which is actually quite interesting. NSFW for language! (via pasithee) 