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“Blind man reads hearts in Braille.” — 6-Word Story #77 (via writingsforwinter) -
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Writings for Winter: ode to the man i'm currently sleeping with When he laughs with his head back like that
even oceans would like to crawl into his throat
but he doesn’t know that every day I trace my body
pretending like my hands are his own
He’s so beautiful that even the Magic Mirror stops complimenting
the Wicked Queen and turns to him instead;
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One day I will be Home again, where my heart sings at the thought of a lover. Home, where the cries of new life fill my heart, where love is not expressed where i lust but with whose pillow i share. For me Home isn’t where I rest but where I feel peace
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“You are not naked when you take off your clothes. You still wear your religious assumptions, your prejudices, your fears, your illusions, your delusions. When you shed the cultural operating system, then, essentially you stand naked before the inspection of your own psyche…and it’s from that position, a position outside the cultural operating system, that we can begin to ask real questions about what it means to be human, what kind of circumstances we are caught in, and what kind of structures, if any, we can put in place to assuage the plan and accentuate the glory and the wonder that lurks, waiting for us, in this very narrow slice of time between the birth canal and the yawning grave. In other words, we have to return to first premises.” — Terence McKenna (via pax-caelestis)(via acolourfulcreation)
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