heavyness - intense

the instinct is the same: to push it all away, to deny it, to pretend that it didn’t happen, hoping that somehow, things will go back to the way they were. But pretending doesn’t soothe the grief. It only isolates you inside it.

“After flattery usually comes deceit,”

None were chasing intensity for its own sake. Their vitality came from alignment, a coherence between values and actions, body and tempo, self and world. Being around them taught me that aliveness hums most clearly in those whose inner frequency matches the life they’ve built, where what they love and what they do finally begin to rhyme.

Lust is the deceiver. Lust wrenches our lives until nothing matters except the one we think we love, and under that deceptive spell we kill for them, give all for them, and then, when we have what we have wanted, we discover that it is all an illusion and nothing is there. Lust is a voyage to nowhere, to an empty land, but some men just love such

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Obviously the line is vulgar and graphic and desperate. It’s violent. But after Yves Tumor says it a handful of times in the song, they eventually drop the first part and just say, ‘Till you love me. Till you love me. Till you love me.’ It eventually ends on, ‘love me. love me.’ The line goes from a threat of violence to a plea for love. It goes... See more

“I wanted to eat life by the mouthful, to devour it, to be swallowed up in its dizzying vertigo, to be both actor and spectator, to possess and be possessed, to discover and to create, to make of my life a work of art.” — Simone de Beauvoir, Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter (1958)

everything is sexy and no one is horny.