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google search how to unlearn extreme shame for feeling desire

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[Showing you my camera roll] oh yeah heres me lost in the forbidden wood, afraid

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sorry for the delay in responding to your message. I was walking around the house with unclear intentions

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Claude Monet (French, 1840-1926)

Nymphéas

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Winter is for listening to the same music you were listening to at 15. Unfortunately

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must drink water now. hope you understand 

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it must feel good as hell when you’re a horse and you take a big bite out of an apple like ttshoke

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— J. W. Goethe

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Joanna Klink, from “Night Sky”, The Nightfields

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“I hope you all find yourselves sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life — not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.”

— Eileen Myles, “Universal Cycle.” The Importance of Being Iceland. (via llleighsmith)

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This is the time of calm and reflection Consider all the things been said and done To wonder at the arc of life’s direction To muse upon the cost of conflict won

To seek questions and hope the answers came To find the truth in crude and simple fact To ponder if this life is but a game To suffer on in plenty and in lack

To dream of silence, beauty filled with light To hope for hope fulfilling every need To count the stars above us in the night To easily step to where the path would lead

This is the time, tis all that we have left The wondrous instant between birth and death