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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months
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Hey hey hey can you do one about the dull buzzing pain of despair ?
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i hope you're doing okay <33
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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I love badly. That is, too little or too much. I throw myself over an unsuitable cliff, only to reel back in horror from a simple view out of the window.
Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Gut Symmetries’
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bicurioustomhardy · 2 years
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gut symmetries -jeanette winterson / mabel-episode seven: king of the labyrinth
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queerly-exposed · 1 year
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"Give me a pot and let me turn cannibal. I will feast on her with greater delight than he. If she is his titbit then I will gourmet her. Come here and discover what it is to be spiced, racked and savoured. I will eat her slowly to make her last longer. Whatever he has done I will do. Did he eat her? Then so wil I. And spit her out. I am not seeking revenge."
Jeanette Winterson, 'Gut Symmetries' (Granta Books, 1997)
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voicesfortorment · 8 months
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"We fall in love hoping we won't find in another what we know is in ourselves, all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise and stupidity. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one and decide that everything within it will somehow be free of our faults. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through our union with the beloved, hope to maintain (against the evidence of all self knowledge) a precarious faith in our species."
Essays in love , Alain De Botton
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emotionalsqualor · 9 months
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Yes. Just pass me my leg will you? It's on top of the wardrobe where he threw it, and I think my right arm is leaning over by the wall. My head is in the gas oven but it will probably be all right, I'm told that green colour wears off. Unfortunately I threw my heart to the dogs. Never mind. No one will notice how much is missing from the inside, will they?
Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
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chocochat · 1 month
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recent thrift finds ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
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heavensghost · 1 year
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i love when you post about Jeanette Winterson because i read Gut Symmetries last year and it has stuck with me ever since. a book has never grabbed me with such forceful and sincere emotional rawness before. i’d love to read more of her work soon - what would you recommend ?
Eeeeeep okay so lighthousekeeping was the first book of hers I read it’s a fiction book and it has a very storytelling vibe and its soooo good like I annotated so much of it because there were so many parts and lines that just made me stop in tracks or just gasp out loud lol so I would recommend that first!!
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asoftepiloguemylove · 2 years
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"I say your name as a spell and leave my last word here as yours. I want to tell you how much I love you. You."
Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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I am much better at saying how I feel when I no longer feel it.
Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Gut Symmetries’
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paracosmoon · 11 months
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"'Do you fall in love often?' Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all."
(Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries)
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feral-ballad · 1 month
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I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.
Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries
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da-rk-ac-ad-em-ia · 2 years
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"'Do you fall in love often?' Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends with complete strangers, with nothing at all."
- Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
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renardiererin · 7 months
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satoru gojo with his six-inch fingers stuffed deep inside of you, other hand shoving fingers down your throat while his mouth worked at your neck. suguru geto, on the other hand, had his mouth roughly attached to your plush thighs, working firm deep purple teeth marks up your body.
“look at our cute girl, satoru. she’s shaking so much for us already.”
“she’s just so good for us, suguru. think she can take some more?”
the two didn’t give you a chance to respond before both of them had shoved their respective middle and ring fingers into you, stretching you out nice and wide.
“please i can’t— i can’t fit— too big, too much”
“oh don’t be stupid, dollface, you can handle whatever we give you. i say, we work one more orgasm out of her like this and then we make her take our cocks. what d’ya think about that, satoru?”
“i think it may be the only good idea you’ve ever had.”
gojo slapped a cheshire cat grin on his face and pressed a light kiss to your clitoris, sucking and biting on the soft nub while his and his best friends fingers worked at all the right little spots and corners inside of you.
“feel good, baby?” he asked
“yes, ‘toru, yes it feels so good”
he elicited a small, deep chuckle against your bud, the slight vibration causing you to lose your restraint. back arching, hands gripping the sheets beside your hips so hard your knuckles turned white, whimpers, whines, and cries leaving your lips without any self control, seeing nothing but white and stars.
“what a good fucking girl she is, did you see that suguru?”
“i saw. i think she’s ready for more, don’t you?”
“nononono, please please i can’t— it hurts i can’t take it i can’t take more please”
“but don’t you want us to stuff you full? paint your pretty insides all white?” geto poured his eyes into yours, shimmering with lust and mischief.
“okay. i can handle it. i’ll make it work, fill me up, please.”
“oh now look at that, sugu, she’s so needy. i say we’ve prepped her enough, don’t you think?”
“oh absolutely. she doesn’t need anything more. she’s a big girl, after all. she can take it.”
their dicks lined up against one another, ramming into you almost immediately without easing in. screams and cries falling from your lips at the sudden stretch and piercing pain, but thrusting your hips to get them deeper nonetheless. all of it had you seeing entire galaxies in under five minutes: the pair stretching you out on their ridiculously huge dicks, satoru’s fingers working at your clit while suguru had one of your tits stuffing his mouth full and the other being fondled rather aggressively as he pulled and squeezed and pinched and prodded at your sensitive nipples. satoru’s mouth moving back to one side of your neck while suguru’s took the other side, suguru’s hands now cupping your ass as he squeezed and spread and manhandled the fat, satoru’s got one hand on your tits and one on your clit, suguru lifting your thigh up to spread you open even further, pressing the top of your thigh to your chest. it’s truly a perfect combination if you wanna get your brains fucked out and your guts rearranged.
“pretty, can you tell me the vertex coordinates of the parabola f(x)=6x^2-9x+7 with an axis of symmetry of -8?” suguru finally got out, bringing you back to the whole reason for all of this. the fucking study group.
“start her off easy, sugu, cmon. what’s the rush? baby, can you tell me which function system f(x)=x^2 even is?”
“q-uadr..atic” you stammered out through whines and ragged breaths.
“that’s right, baby. i guess maybe she is ready for your questions, sugu. i’ll let you handle the rest of the questions. i’ll just focus on her pretty little cunt right here. so messy.”
“okay princess. you wanna cum?” geto spoke while pulling out and flipping you over the table rather than on top of it how you had been, ass up, back arched, tits pressed flat against the wood of the table, bent over all pretty just for them.
“then how about you fill out that worksheet for us, yeah? cmon, doll. get through 3 problems and i’ll let you cum. 5 and we’ll cum inside just for you.”
and just like that, both their dicks were shoved balls deep in your tight little pussy all over again, brain trying to operate properly enough to graph those fucking quadratic formulas.
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omegalomania · 10 months
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love from the other side and so much (for) stardust are the question of what would you trade the pain for? but the thing is that so much (for) stardust as an album is as preoccupied with the past much as it is fearful for the future. what would you trade the pain for? i'm not sure.
im pure fucking gutted over this. please understand. stardust is playing orpheus with the bands own history, afraid forever to look back. i just about snapped, don't look back - as if fearful of what they might find there.
and the thing is this. the thing is that they answered their own question years ago. the kids aren't alright is the answer. what would you trade the pain for?
in the end, i'd do it all again.
and thats the answer, isnt it. not a goddamn thing. i wouldn't trade any of it away if it meant i never had you. i dont know how else to say that it makes a beautiful symmetry that stardust ends on such a sad, bleak, fearful note in the studio, afraid even still of the past it sprang from, but in the tour to support the album, the band has taken such delight in pulling out old songs, blowing the dust off b-sides they've never played live, and then...this. after opening every show with love from the other side (don't look back, don't look back, don't fight, don't fight it, what would you trade the pain for i'm not sure - ) playing a song that says, unabashedly, that having your favorite person in your life is worth every trial and every scar. that they would do nothing different. they would trade the pain for nothing, nothing at all, because then...well, then they wouldnt have each other. and we wouldnt have them.
their present echoing back to their past echoing back to their present. i think you're my best friend. and you're still worth everything.
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jessaerys · 9 months
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