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"elden ring" "baldurs gate" why dont you give her a prostate orgasm

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Wassernixen by Josef Wawra (1920)

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― Antonio Porchia, Voices (translated by W.S. Merwin)

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thinking about this angelo morbelli painting vs the candid my boyfriend took of me the first time I slept in his bed

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There is a passage in one of Justine’s diaries which comes to mind here. I translate it here because though it must have referred to incidents long preceding those which I have recounted yet nevertheless it almost exactly expresses the curiously ingrown quality of a love which I have come to recognize as peculiar to the city rather than to ourselves. “Idle”, she writes, “to imagine falling in love as a correspondence of minds, of thoughts; it is a simultaneous firing of two spirits engaged in the autonomous act of growing up. And the sensation is of something having noiselessly exploded inside each of them. Around this event, dazed and preoccupied, the lover moves examining his or her own experience;"

Justine, The Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell

#lawrence durrell #justine #the alexandria quartet

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“After all,”, I remember her saying, “this has nothing to do with sex,” which tempted me to laugh though I recognized in the phrase her desperate attempt to dissociate the flesh from the message it carried. I suppose this sort of thing always happens to bankrupts when they fall in love. I saw then what I should have seen long before: namely that our friendship had ripened to a point when we had already become in a way part-owners of each other.

Justine, The Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell

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“I do not know”, she said with a savage, obstinate, desperate expression of humility upon her face, “I do now know”; and she pressed herself upon me like someone pressing upon a bruise.

Justine, The Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell

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If I said now: “It must not happen to us”, she must have replied: “But let us suppose. What if it did?”. Then – and this I remember clearly – the mania for self-justification seized her (we spoke French: language creates national character) and between those breathless half-seconds when I felt her strong mouth on my own and those worldly brown arms closing upon mine: “I would not mistake it for gluttony or self-indulgence. We are too worldly for that: simply we have something to learn from each other. What is it?”.

Justine, The Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell

#lawrence durrell #justine #the alexandria quartet

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Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poem of the End, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone)

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Richie Hofmann, from "Breed Me"

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in almost every other children's book where the main heroine is swept away to a land of whimsy she's shown having a lovely time; braving dangers occasionally, trying to find her way home, sure, but ultimately delighting in the magic around her. meanwhile alice spends her entire time in wonderland like

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My favorite conspiracy theory is that everything is going to be ok 

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Men will form a doom metal band before going to therapy and honestly they got that right

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•*The Sacrifice of the Rose by Jean-Honoré Fragonard*•

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Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too’, the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can. Anne Carson, Eros the bittersweet: An Essay.

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“Et chaque fois la lâcheté qui nous détourne de toute tâche difficile, de toute oeuvre importante, m'a conseillé de laisser cela, de boire mon thé en pensant simplement à mes ennuis d'aujourd'hui, à mes désirs de demain qui se laissent remâcher sans peine.”

— Marcel Proust