hepburn: , But that's ridiculous - She wouldn't just go out to lunch with someone who just picks her up in a public square. I mean he's a perfect ... stranger.

holden: Miss Simpson, Nobody's perfect!

“The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.”  - la loba

"How much courage is needed 

to play forever,

as the ravines play,

as the river plays."

- Boris Pasternak, "Bacchanalia"

goddamnit, if there is a problem with people getting shot, i can't imagine a better way to prevent it than more people carrying guns everywhere they go. this is good. we're moving forward. full steam ahead. #godfuckingdamnit

my bebe blows my mind

And he says to them, Because of your unbelief; for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard, ye shall say to this mountain, Be transported hence there, and it shall transport itself; 
and nothing shall be impossible to you. 

excerpt from the legends for amen 
translated by darby

faith of a mustard seed...

The spider, dropping down from twig, Unfolds a plan of her devising, A thin premeditated rig To use in rising. And all that journey down through space, In cool descent and loyal hearted, She spins a ladder to the place From where she started. ..... excerpt from e.b. white's spider web

a lucid dreaming trick is to look at your hands.

prizes and pitfalls,
my fathers and their uncles,
wives, willing and able
babes born to blessed news

"New World," open for liars
problem-solvers with fire
claiming and maybe burning
whatever is necessary
at whatever cost

polite apologies for the crimes i've never had to commit
thank you dear lord for the blessings you've shown me
for my family, for my freedom, for this food
in jesus' name we pray
amen

slow down, you'll get there faster


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three official fairy birthday blood wishes:

cake

fire

whatever

creation is a bowl of stars, a bubble of something blowing out to nothing
and if there is one bubble, there can never cease to be more bubbles
when things disappear, they've just turned inside out
to become in a place too dark and not meant for you
if there is an infinity, you're already in it
at some point, you will also pop or flip
from this and into that
expect it or not
it won't matter either way

I didn't know I could accept a touch so kindly and freely as I did yours
Maybe some part of the matter I'm made of remembers you from before me.

hearts and heretics say forward moves only in a boundless direction,
some times it bends like light

in another world, when you fell in love, you and your lover each took a knife, and plunged it through the others's ribs. if your lover bled, you knew their love was true; and though you died, you were still in love when you woke again.

"celebrity sex list" was brought up -
one of mine is dead and another is gay,
availability is not key to the game

if you were the sun, i'd be the moon reflecting your glow when you were away
if you were the earth, i'd be the ocean, kissing your shores
if you were clover, i'd be a bee that spreads your life and turns it to honey
if you were a bird, i'd be a tailwind lifting you on a long journey home
if you were tea, i'd be the cup that held you
if you were lavender, i'd be the hand that picked you.
i'd rub you between my palms and breathe in you.