Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings.
the intimacy of your surroundings.
I didn’t even knew I had held my breath
Until my body exhaled when I met you
Until my body exhaled when I met you
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Poetry embodies in its essence the complex interaction of being.
Mike Kauschke • The Poetic Art of Living in a Time Between Worlds - Emerge
Would to God that all the Lord’s people were Prophets. Read: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_did_those_feet_in_ancient_time
I was single for all of my 20s and half of my 30s, so Valentine’s Day will always make me think of my friends. (Just please don’t make me say ’Galentine’s Day.’) | Tag a bestie, duh.
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Jan Zwicky, SONGS FOR RELINQUISHING THE EARTH
James Joyce to his wife:
My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole.
some reminders to cherish the small things when you hit the midweek hump
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