#on intimacy
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Ella Risbridger, from In The Kitchen: Essays on Food and Life
#this is such a lovely book for anyone who is obsessed w cooking like i am#quotes#typography#words#on love#on food#on intimacy#on friendship#love is found in the kitchen
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On lovers and names
#words#poetry compilation#quotes#web weaving#on love#webweaving#poetry#on devotion#web weave#poem#call me by your name#and I’ll call you by mine#on lovers#on names#on intimacy#the song of achilles#on tenderness#taylor swift#hozier
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AUTISM AND (THE CONSEQUENCES OF) DEHUMANIZATION
(1): Franz Kafka, "the metamorphosis" ; (2): Ruta Sepetys, "emilia - salt to the sea" ; (3): Susan Sontag, "as consciousness is harnessed to flesh" ; (4): Walton Ford, glepnir ; (5) Mitski, "cop car" ; (6): Franz Kafka, "letters to felice" ; (7): @soapstore ; (8): witch hat atelier, ch 43 ; (9): Olivia Laing, "the lonely city" ; (10): @fagromyzidae
#web weaving#webweaving#web weave#on self#on loneliness#on dehumanization#on sadness#on yearning#on intimacy#quotes#compilation#autism#autistic#actually autistic#autistic experiences#on communication#animal motif more specifically dog motif strong here#vent#like who are we trying to fool here?#this one is soooo personal as yall can see#rant but i discovered i am autistic like this year and i been suspecting it for a while now#but even so the shock of the diagnosis and all those pieces connecting is not over#it is quite overwhelming sometimes actually#so i wanted to make something to express those confunsing emotions that come with being autistic#more specifically how people around me treat me and how it makes me see myself#i know theres nothing wrong with me autism isn't like. the end of the world. but god it can feel so alienating#tried to convey this here with the dehumanization of it all#anyways rant vent blablabla had a intense ''meltdown'' today and needed to get some feelings out#feeling a little better tho#mine: vent
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maybe part of the reason i crave intimacy so much is that chronic pain would probably be slightly more bearable if i at least had someone to cuddle through it
instead i'm lying in the dark with a migraine and nausea clutching my pillow almost in tears begging for it to stop
man. i would really love a hug right now. no wonder i'm so desperate for physical affection. my body feels so bad it's just looking for something good.
and honestly. my mind is looking for something good too
#elliot talks#chronic illness#chronic pain#chronically ill#chronic migraine#migraine#nausea#idk#disability#disabled#i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love#on love#on intimacy
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find it very heart shattering that the spot on humans foreheads that we kiss when bidding goodbye or expressing love to a loved one is called a temple. i am kissing your temple; you are mine to worship and mine to love. (love is like a religion u discover on ur own)
from babystarcandee (twitter) (tumblr)
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byung chul han
#on loneliness#on digital identity#on content#on self production#on intimacy#byung chul han#my uploads
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hi! could you do a webweave about rejecting or being afraid of genuine intimacy? :)
safia elhillo girls that never die: "summer" \\ stephen dunn connubial \\ don snyder aquarian odyssey: a photographic trip into the sixties (1979) \\ sylvia plath the unabridged journals of sylvia plath \\ renée stout
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#on love#on intimacy#on self#on identity#asks#anonymous#mine#my webweaving#webweaving#web weaving#webweave#web weave#web#webs#parallel#parallels#parallelism#compilation#compilations#intertextuality#ww#safia elhillo#stephen dunn#don snyder#sylvia plath#renée stout#renee stout
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He asks me what love is.
I tell him it is something soft, and warm, and bright. I think of the stars that burst behind my eyelids when I take a hit, or drag a blade between gnarled skin, or when he runs his fingertips across my back.
I ask him what love is.
He says he doesn’t know.
I wonder how it can be that he is the one with no answer, yet he is the only one who says it.
I ask him if it’s sex.
He says no. Far from it.
I agree.
He says sex is…just a way to be close to someone. To touch them.
I stay silent.
He does not ask me what sex is.
I think, sex is just power. It is anger. It is a tool to beat those things into someone. Into me. It is a reliving of the same death again and again and again. To me sex has never been anything but a reminder. A reminder of what I’ve always been and always will be. It doesn’t feel good. It shoves me backwards into muffled memories and open wounds. It doesn’t feel good. It doesn’t feel fair. But it does feel right. It feels like I am doing what I’m supposed to do. Sex returns me to the truth. I deceive everyone around me. I have built a person around this thing. I have hidden this reproachful creature and lied to bury it. Sex unearths it. It forces me to be seen as I am. It reminds me how to turn off. How to float away. How to go limp and how to cede. How to die.
I think he knows.
#trauma vent#vent#traumacore#ptsd vent#dissociation#dereality#trauma#mine#tw trauma#ptsd#ptsd tw#ptsd poetry#vent poetry#csa vent#csa tw#intimacy#on intimacy#my poetry#tw s3lf h4rm#x=x
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thinking about angel and davey's first time together. the first time david really lets them in, lets the simmering heat that's been building between them on their dates ignite into an inferno.
it's been a while, for both of them. angel having taken a break after the end of their last longterm relationship, davey having not let anyone else close enough to even think of approaching him like this, not since he'd become alpha. he's not the type to fuck around, not with so much on the line, and the opportunities to meet anyone in his line of work is - limited.
so they end up at angel's place - david's place isn't really an option, even if ash had been spending more time outside the apartment lately - and they're fumbling like teenagers, flushed and over eager, but it's good, even if they're bumping into furniture and stumbling over themselves, even if it doesn't last long-
and it feels right, in a way david hasn't felt in a long time, in a way that surprises both of them. the act of it, but also after, curled together, talking about just about anything and everything.
in the morning, he makes them breakfast - although he has to walk to the farmer's market nearby to restock their fridge, which had involved him asking to borrow their key - and they spend the day together, and the next night... although neither of them get much sleep.
they're both exhausted when the work week starts again, but neither of them regret it.
#redacted asmr#redacted davey#redacted angel#on intimacy#look I'm still travelling home after a long day let me have this#redacted headcanons#nsft#ish
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you arent fond of orange unless i peel it off and break it in halves for you. you arent fond of the other fruits as well—you were never really fond of fruit unless i cut them and serve them to you in a plate. and so you will always find me at the kitchen at night. slicing each of the fruits that we own and place it nicely on your favorite plate. i love you. you dont have to learn how to peel orange. you can just sit patiently and wait at the dining table. i’ll do all the work for you.
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Sara Teasdale, from Sappho, (The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale)
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echoes in the fossil record. aish, 15.09.2022.
transcript:
I trace the curve of your cheek, fingertip brushing
against a canvas of divine imperfection, a marvel of
the most delicate engineering. Take this finger mine
and trace it back, further, beyond birds and lizards and
whales, to an unknown land of origin. Here lives
an ancestor, common; and with it another, and
they sing the early song of the world. Maybe it is
music lost, perhaps it is the introduction to an
oeuvre living, adapting, evolving, surviving.
Regardless— it thrums in the bones. Ancestral
bones. And really, don’t you see, it must be the same
song because it is the same bones: homologous. An
eternal symphony described in lizards and whales,
birds arcing their wings, buffeted by the air, soaring—
and us: the particular chord my finger strikes
against your jaw. The purpose of the pentadactyl
(a pulse in that trochee, the origin of music) limb was, is
locomotion, but also, also this, your face in my hand,
this, an education in the perfect unholy human form,
and this, a touch, and this, a grip, and this, a love.
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#mine#on hands#on intimacy#on love#poetry#writing#poets on tumblr#writers on tumblr#poetblr#writeblr#spilled ink#wtwcommunity
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the way i would fuckinf. KILL for ships without romantic or sexual attraction. if characters have those feelings for each other get it away from me
sometimes characters have something special between them and it doesnt have to be a romance or physical attraction. some of you do Not understand intimacy in a non romantic/sexual way and it shows
#this is abt chiscara but also in general#im not aro or ace by any means but i know what im about#anyway uhhh what do i tag this as#my post#on intimacy
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i miss regular intimacy. it's so stupid that i can have a great time but get no intimacy in a day and my brain just gets hopelessly lonely. why am i like this?
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And actually we both write the same things all the time. Now I ask you if you're ill, then you write about it, now I want to die, then you, now I want to cry in front of you like a little boy, and then you in front of me like a little girl. And once and ten times and a thousand times and all the time I want to be with you and you say the same.
— In a letter by Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenská
#language of lovers is always uniquely vulnerable and gently invisible to others#franz kafka#letters#milena jesenská#ache#on intimacy#💌
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byung chul han
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