You get from art what you bring to it
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Boys with gentle hearts and strong hands. Those are the boys you wanna marry.
— Mahmoud Darwish, Poetic Regulations
[ Text ID: I haven't died of love yet, ]
thinking about when the priest in fleabag said “love is awful. It’s awful. It’s painful. It’s frightening. It makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. It makes you selfish. It makes you creepy, makes you obsessed with your hair, makes you cruel, makes you say and do things you never thought you would do. It’s all any of us want, and it’s hell when we get there. So no wonder it’s something we don’t want to do on our own. I was taught if we’re born with love then life is about choosing the right place to put it. People talk about that a lot, feeling right, when it feels right it’s easy. But I’m not sure that’s true. It takes strength to know what’s right. And love isn’t something that weak people do. Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. I think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.”
you aren’t “hard to love.” you’re hard to manipulate, which is a good thing. some people equate having easy access to you as romance because they seek out relationships for self-serving reasons. some people want a person they can trick and gaslight into settling for less so they can get what they want out of you. you dodged a bullet if they used to tell you that. keep your standards and expectations high. don’t lower them for someone who says shit like that. that’s what they want you to do
Let's have some really hot sex then order
Chinese food and talk about our problems
“I know, you never intended to be in this world. But you’re in it all the same. So why not get started immediately. I mean, belonging to it. There is so much to admire, to weep over. And to write music or poems about. Bless the feet that take you to and fro. Bless the eyes and the listening ears. Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste. Bless touching. You could live a hundred years, it’s happened. Or not. I am speaking from the fortunate platform of many years, none of which, I think, I ever wasted. Do you need a prod? Do you need a little darkness to get you going? Let me be as urgent as a knife, then, and remind you of Keats, so single of purpose and thinking, for a while, he had a lifetime.”
— Mary Oliver, from The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac