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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Agreed. Heavily. Dreaming of this.

it’s really important to me when men put their heads in women’s laps. one of the most important things i can see on my tv. men laying their heads in women’s laps or men sitting and women standing and the man holds her around the middle and presses his face into her tummy as she hugs him around the shoulders. two very important poses. extremely soul igniting tableaux.

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twenty years across the sea

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And I've been waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

...For you.

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Problem of fantasy love and delusion. I'm in love with version of you that lives in my head and I don't even know the real one.

— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros

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My life is a constant cycle between "I need to rest before I burn out" and "I'm wasting my potential, I should work harder"

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Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017

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In another universe I am capable of saying goodbye

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We’re like people praying that we’ll bump into each other by chance as we’re rushed along in an infinitely wide river surging in one direction. The river has no end and there’s no way of traveling upstream.

Kim Bo-young, "I'm Waiting for You" from I'm Waiting for You and Other Stories (translated by Sophie Bowman)

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Who will kiss his inner thighs?

Who will run fingers through his hair when he’s asleep? 

Who is going to lie on his chest 

And look up at him like he is God? 

I insert myself in this role 

And wonder if anyone else can do it 

Just as well.

They can.

Probably better.

I cannot love everyone that much.

I may not ever love anyone that much.

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August is knocking, She’s whispering in my ear, Something about how time is up, She’s going back to sleep Until next year,

I spend my Augusts oversleeping, Not yet ready to change for the better, Sunny headaches, Pollen-ridden sneezes, Plagued much like the sneaky Virus underneath,

I rip my fingertips Trying to hang on with a grip slack, She lies down in a grassy enclave And doesn’t hold my hand back.

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The way he held my gaze

I held it back like it was a game,

But in the end it was only me who got played,

Because two hours shouldn’t burn a candle for two years,

And still I cannot crave anything other than

His breath in my ears,

His blue eyes arresting mine,

I am as hopeless as my mother always feared,

Because in no world is two hours worth 

Obsessing for two years. 

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When you notice a man is a man

And not just a person,

When your eyes track down his torso

And can feel something different between his legs,

I swallow and it is more than saliva

It tastes like hot desire,

I am a woman and not a girl 

For the first time in this world,

And the feeling will choke me 

Long before he does.

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In those moments

You don’t get to choose love, 

It is just who you are,

Like a mother’s intuition 

Or a father’s reflexes,

You do not get to think

You just get to do,

When love isn’t something you feel 

It is just something that happens

That’s when you know it’s real,

So trust when it is

Nothing less than who you are

And nothing more than who you are not.

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It's always August

August that you need to end or

August that you need to last forever

It's the part of Summer that puts you on the edge

Of wanting to end it all

Or wanting to sleep never

Again

Riding the One-Eyed Ford, ‘Booze ‘N’ Loozing Blues,’ Diane Burns