Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги
#Ethics Becomes Aesthetics + #Philia с другими тэгами
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And maybe we are just like the sun and the moon - deeply in love with each other but too different to exist side by side.
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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, оn some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand оne another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
R/I/D/
Falling for him wasn`t falling at all. It was wallking into a house and suddenly knowing you`re at home.
E/D/
The Soul selects her own Society --
Then — shuts the Door --
To her divine Majority --
Present no more --
Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing --
At her low Gate --
Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat --
I've known her — from an ample nation --
Choose оne --
Then — close the Valves of her attention --
Like Stone --
M/A/
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment оnly.
I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary.
P/N/
Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That оn that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land
R/K/
he placed his hands
on my mind
before reaching
for my waist
my hips
or my lips
he didn't call me
beautiful first
he called me
exquisite
R/S/
Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
A/M/
The most intimate thing we can do is to allow people we love most to see us at our worst. At our lowest. At our weakest. True intimacy happens when nothing is perfect.