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“It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.”
Frances Ha
Frances Ha
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“It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.”
Frances Ha
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Tremendous
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“Please, understand this: you will always be alone.
I don’t mean it as a depressing truth or a cruel mockery,
but that’s just the way things are.
The reality is we all will be always and forever alone with our minds.
Regardless of the person sleeping beside you,
regardless of the loved one hugging you,
there’s nothing inside of you but yourself.
You born and die alone,
and you have to learn to live with it.
And love it.”
—Sophia Carey
I don’t mean it as a depressing truth or a cruel mockery,
but that’s just the way things are.
The reality is we all will be always and forever alone with our minds.
Regardless of the person sleeping beside you,
regardless of the loved one hugging you,
there’s nothing inside of you but yourself.
You born and die alone,
and you have to learn to live with it.
And love it.”
—Sophia Carey
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Weaver of Words
Weaver of Words
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Just a Girl in the World
Editor at large
A woman's dress should be liked a barbed wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view
- Sophia Loren
- Sophia Loren
“I like foreheads and backs and hand squeezes because they’re stronger than hand holds, and though I like those too, I can feel a hand squeeze in my heart and sometimes between my legs so I like those more.
I like to trace. I like niches and crevices and imperfections and skin scent. I like caresses and soft kisses and lips and hair. I like to bite. Sometimes I love someone so much I want to bite them.
It’s weird.
I like to let go. I like to feel safe and reassured and held. I like to be held. These are things we are told we shouldn’t like.
Independence: yes.
Strength: yes.
Vulnerability: no.
But why?
What is love if not letting go and not feeling ashamed about it?
I like being someone’s human. I like to care for someone more than I care for anyone else and I like to fix the bad things and alleviate them of the stress of being alive. I forgot how much I like being someone’s human, but I like this most of all.
I like to complement. I’ve never believed that people with similar personalities fall in love. I mean, it might happen, but I doubt it would be as electric as a complementary love. I like to be the heart to someone’s head and sometimes even the head to their heart, balancing, but never overstepping. Loving, but never undermining, and always injecting emotional perspective into their otherwise salient rationales.
I like necks. Necks are everything. Skin scented embraces. I like to bury my nose in them. I like to have a nose buried in mine—it makes me laugh uncontrollably and fall in love and have to pee all at once. Necks are hellos and goodbyes. Hellos for when you’re so excited to see someone and you want to be as close to them as you possibly can, breathing them in and feeling their heartbeat if you’re both still enough. Goodbyes for when you can’t bear to let them go and it feels like it’s ending—like death, so you stay in their neck a little bit longer just to convince yourself that they still have a pulse.
I like humans. I don’t know if I believe in fate anymore, but I’m a romantic, and I think that the world has many humans for us if we’re willing to look for them and be vulnerable and complementary and not afraid to bury our noses in their necks.
There’s a human for you and for everyone but we don’t know how many there are so if you’re lucky enough to find one, be their human too and keep falling in love with them forever because that’s how we, intuitively, want these stories to end I think.”
I like to trace. I like niches and crevices and imperfections and skin scent. I like caresses and soft kisses and lips and hair. I like to bite. Sometimes I love someone so much I want to bite them.
It’s weird.
I like to let go. I like to feel safe and reassured and held. I like to be held. These are things we are told we shouldn’t like.
Independence: yes.
Strength: yes.
Vulnerability: no.
But why?
What is love if not letting go and not feeling ashamed about it?
I like being someone’s human. I like to care for someone more than I care for anyone else and I like to fix the bad things and alleviate them of the stress of being alive. I forgot how much I like being someone’s human, but I like this most of all.
I like to complement. I’ve never believed that people with similar personalities fall in love. I mean, it might happen, but I doubt it would be as electric as a complementary love. I like to be the heart to someone’s head and sometimes even the head to their heart, balancing, but never overstepping. Loving, but never undermining, and always injecting emotional perspective into their otherwise salient rationales.
I like necks. Necks are everything. Skin scented embraces. I like to bury my nose in them. I like to have a nose buried in mine—it makes me laugh uncontrollably and fall in love and have to pee all at once. Necks are hellos and goodbyes. Hellos for when you’re so excited to see someone and you want to be as close to them as you possibly can, breathing them in and feeling their heartbeat if you’re both still enough. Goodbyes for when you can’t bear to let them go and it feels like it’s ending—like death, so you stay in their neck a little bit longer just to convince yourself that they still have a pulse.
I like humans. I don’t know if I believe in fate anymore, but I’m a romantic, and I think that the world has many humans for us if we’re willing to look for them and be vulnerable and complementary and not afraid to bury our noses in their necks.
There’s a human for you and for everyone but we don’t know how many there are so if you’re lucky enough to find one, be their human too and keep falling in love with them forever because that’s how we, intuitively, want these stories to end I think.”
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"If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing"
Monty Python - Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing"
Monty Python - Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i
