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oktobarska · 23 days
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oktobarska · 29 days
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''She has got to make herself vulnerable enough to be inside that container'' — Teal Swan on male containment
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oktobarska · 29 days
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''He has to demonstrate I see, I get it, I take action in your best interests. He esentially has to make trust his holy grail. You're putting yourself in somebody's hands'' — Teal Swan on male containment
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oktobarska · 29 days
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''He needs to demonstrate the capacity to understand her enough to do the correct thing for her'' — Teal Swan on male containment
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oktobarska · 2 months
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'Sirin and Alkonost - The Birds of Joy and Sorrow' by Viktor Vasnetsov, (1848 - 1926)
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oktobarska · 2 months
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“To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.”
— Pablo Neruda
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oktobarska · 2 months
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There's something I miss. A tear is running down my cheek and I think of the times when I was very little and my heart was open, fully open to the friends. Yes, I never wore my heart on my sleeve, but when I would land my trust to someone, it was very special. I loved giving. And I still do. But there is some fear that I accumulated. I wanna run to my neightbor's house happy to be who I am, to shine that energy and offer help with watering the garden. Not only to help, but because I loved flowers with all my heart and I loved doing something together with another person. Didn't we all? I wasn't afraid if it would look stupid. I want that freedom now. I still wanna water and smell the flowers. I wanna spend the sunny day outside talking and loving the world. I wanna do group activities, not just "chill" together or sit in a boring caffe. Let's just talk the whole day sometimes. Let's not think of norms, tidying up or any other nonsense. Let's not complicate. Let's just be. Let's just live. Let's just bloom. Let's run. Let's clean together or cook together. Let that be play. Let it be fun. And let's ask a friend to go to a grocery store with us just to keep us company. The world looks dull. I want my colors back.
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oktobarska · 2 months
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“The oldest olive tree in the world located on the island of Crete. It is estimated to be as over 3,000 years old and still produces olives.”
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oktobarska · 3 months
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No exoteric teaching is capable of providing true knowledge, which man must find only within himself, for in fact no knowledge can be acquired except through a personal comprehension. Without this comprehension, no teaching can lead to an effective result, and the teaching that awakens no personal resonance in the one who receives it cannot give any kind of knowledge. This is why plato says that 'everything that a man learns is already within him'. All the experiences, all the external things that surround him, are only an occasion to help him become aware of what is within himself. This awakening he calls anamnesis, which signifies 'recollection'.
Know Thyself
René Guénon
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oktobarska · 3 months
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After some time my husband reached over to hold my hand, which reminded me that at least there was this, at least we still had hands that remembered how to love each other, two bone-and-flesh flaps that hadn't complicated their simple love by speaking or thinking or being disappointed or having memories. They just held and were held and that is all. Oh, to be a hand.
— Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing (FSG Originals, July 8, 2014)
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oktobarska · 3 months
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Something so profoundly fucked up between the inverse ratio of shrinking middle class and ever increasing aggression of advertisement
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oktobarska · 4 months
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Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
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oktobarska · 4 months
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“That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive. Great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. We hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts.”
— One of the best articles I’ve ever read. Rookie Mag. By Spencer Tweedy. (via wildyork)
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oktobarska · 4 months
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Life is not a having and a getting, but a being and a becoming.
Matthew Arnold
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oktobarska · 4 months
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Samaneh Abri (Iranian, 1992), Life, 2023. Oil on canvas, 150 x 200 cm.
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