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Our minds are scattered all over space and time
I looked at you
And saw you
Looking at me
Eyes full of wonder
What could you have been thinking?
I thought about
Our world of wonders
And that there are more dead people than stars in the sky
But I still wish upon a star
Cause we come from stardust and we will return to the universe
As a star shining so bright
What could have I been thinking?
Your words, I contemplate on them
Like a lone sage in a silent pilgrimage
Feeling for the most minute
Movement of Spirit
Your words they compel me
To look up the night sky
And see not stars
But a whole new story
Of what Was, Is and Is To Come
A line age so ancient
My spirit falls down on its knees
In reverence to the stars
I looked at you
And I swear I saw galaxies in your eyes
Eyes full of stardust
The reflection of our universe
My mind can’t understand
The infinity of our galaxy
Yet this feels like a small infinity
I want this moment to last forever
So I wish upon a star
Hopefully my wish shoots up into the sky
To become one with the stardust surrounding us
James P. Onse & Lexi
My first magical poetry collaboration with @jamesponse here’s to more☄️✨
Frida Kahlo and Chavela Vargas
tonight I can write (the saddest lines) by pablo neruda / interview with andrew garfield on the late show / hilary stanton zunin / glass, irony, and god by anne carson / fleabag (2016-2019) / maya angelou / the return of the king by jrr tolkien / wandavision (2021-) / jamie anderson
“I love the handful of the earth you are. Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, I have no other star. You are my replica of the multiplying universe. Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations; your skin throbs like the streak of a meteor through rain. Your hips were that much of the moon for me; your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun; your heart, fiery with its long red rays, was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade. So I pass across your burning form, kissing you—compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.”
— Pablo Neruda, “XVI,” transl. Stephen Tapscott, from One Hundred Love Sonnets, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda, ed. Ilan Stavans (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2003)
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) - Michel Gondry // Tonight I Can Write… - Pablo Neruda // The Worst Person in the World (2021) - Joachim Trier // A Pearl - Mitski // Fleabag (2016-2019)
✨Walk on the Starline ✨gifs made by me :)
Have you ever heard the story of the glowing planet?
Some thought that it was a wandering star with gigantic craters, that revealed the light at its innermost core.
Others assumed that its shell had cracked and searing lava was making its way across the surface; always flowing, always glowing.
There were scientists that hypothesised about burning gas pits or bioluminesent monsters roaming the planet’s rocky exterior.
And then there were the poets and the dreamers, who pondered that maybe, just maybe, the planet was at the middle of its own infinitesimal galaxy, drawing in tiny stars and gathering their beauty in fiery clusters.
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But only some of the bravest explorers, brazen enough to get too close, could ever ascertain the truth behind the sparkling planet.
Could see that for all the assumptions of bioluminescence it wasn’t the indwelling creatures that lightened up the vast darkness surrounding them, but that they had caught the lights;
perhaps the radiant sunlight of their solar system itself or maybe the electric currents crackling in their atmosphere.
The explorers bemoaned that these creatures might never know the beauty that their masterpiece had gifted to the universe.
But when the speckled lights reflected in the many eyes of the species passing through the void, the younglings excitedly pointing to the shapes they thought to see in them, or a lost ship was able to resume its route because of this landmark, they knew, the galaxy was richer for it.
- A love letter to Planet Earth
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Sandra Cisneros, In an Interview with Krista Tippett
Querer no puedo, mas que amarte, pues eres la dicha de este corazón errante, preciosa doncella de presencia distante. Me vuelves de humo ante tu aliento, vago en el ósculo de tu ser henchido de fuego... Ven, respírame, que sin ti me muero. Desear más sería pecado, con saberte viva me doy por atrapado. No importa si muero, en ti, encerrado. Curioso es que, contigo, el fuego que Somos se vuelve suspiro de vapor entre nubes de diamantes.
— Esu Emmanuel©, I cannot want you, but I can love you, for you are the joy of this wandering heart, precious maiden of distant presence. You turn me into smoke before your breath, I wander in the osculum of your being full of fire... Come, breathe me in, for without you I die. To wish for more would be a sin, knowing you're alive I'm trapped. It doesn't matter if I die, enclosed in you. Curious is that, with you, the fire that we are becomes a sigh of steam among clouds of diamonds.
03.02.2018
The rain, to make less differences among the ones I love.
excerpt from who cares if it’s a choice? snappy answers to 101 nosy, intrusive, and highly personal questions about lesbians and gays by ellen orleans, june 1994
“‘a hymn to the love that dares not speak its name.’ not for all eyes but just for those women who have walked soft in the dark dark light. i give you my praise - a song of many textures and moods.” from the cover of pointblank times: a lesbian/feminist publication, vol. 2 no. 5, june 1976
‘Tis the gay season
“Forest dreams, are they not the most wonderful, lover mine, lover sweet.”
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“you’ve relied on time to heal your wounds, but time alone isn’t enough. i hope you learn to hold yourself accountable by practicing what is right for you even if it feels uncomfortable or unfamiliar. i hope you adopt a habit of consistency when it comes to how you treat yourself.”
— iambrillyant
Come dwell with me underneath these pink skies, hold my hand, and I will hold your heart.
e.v.e.
Rumi, from Bittersweet (tr. by Fereydoun Kia & Deepak Chopra)
“Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.”
— Hedonist Poet
"The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of past centuries."
-René Descartes
“I don’t care where it ends, let it begin.”
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“I might just call your ass up and declare the greatest love of the 21st fucking century.”
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The second largest country in the world just decriminalized homosexuality. The Supreme Court of india struck away a colonial era ban on gay sex. “History owes an apology to LGBT persons for ostracisation and discrimination; It is difficult to right a wrong by history. But we can set the course for the future.” This is such a victory for the lgbtq+ community within India and all over the world. 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
“Step into my poem, I will be there for your heart, in this gondola of rain and hope.”
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“Just a thought away from being lost in her sway.”
— Be careful what you wish for.
“Come alive in my eyes of lost infinities.”
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“My capital of silk, you are so soft, but its hard, this heart, this art, this dark…to understand…but if you go the land…of the thousand dances…we might just have a million and one chances.”
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“You don’t actually fear the opinion of others, what you really fear is how their possible rejections might trigger your own somewhat unconscious dislike for yourself.”
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So how do we improve your self-image? Well here is a powerful way:
Write an extensive list of short positive sentences about yourself and your qualities (non-grandiose of course) and then read them out aloud. If any one of them either feels really uncomfortable to say or conversely really amazing to say…then you basically know which ones to start with.
Now record them into an audio file, put that mother on repeat, track how much you listen to these affirmation each day, and also write down your experience and sense of progress.
And as to the question of progress…listening to affirmations may not immediately bring positive results as your subconscious mind might start to bicker with them for a while which may push uncomfortable emotions to the surface…but this is exactly when you need to keep going…for the inner resistance will gradually fade, I promise you that.
“How great exactly is the difference between the self you are and the self you present to the world…and what creates the gap?”
— (via michaelbogild)
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath