The show of compassion, of equality. The recognition of dominance meets the compromise of submission. (via papertissue)
Upward
“ Tell her that you love her. You’ve got nothing to lose, and you’ll always regret it if you don’t.
Love Actually
I had seen these before and was dying to find out who the artist was. I think I even posted one months ago.
An open and continually edited letter Part 2...
1. I have never felt so at home as I do with you.
2. You are my sun and stars.
3. When you met my parents and offered my mom the food before yourself, you have no idea how much that little gesture meant to me, and you have no idea how far you waltzed into my dad’s heart.
4. I am more attracted to you than anyone else in my entire existence.
5. You are genuine and I love you for it.
6. Yes, I will be in your bed when you come home
7. I want to grow old with you and spend the most important moments on earth together. I would go with you where ever you went and whatever you did.
8. I admire you. I admire your drive, your motivation, your need to be fulfilled beyond yourself, and to do things for others.
9. I live to make you laugh, to make you happy, to make you smile, to make you kiss me on the head, the cheek, the neck, the shoulder … anywhere really.
10. You are perfect and I love you.
11. I am not alone with you. I am whole and myself, and I can live without you by my side in person, because I know I’ll be there soon enough.
12. You always meet me halfway, and I will be there waiting for you. You’re amazing, and when you tell me that you’re not, that it’s me who’s perfect … I realize that we are amazing because we find each other in the spaces where our own agendas don’t matter. We’re dedicated to the “us.” To the “you and me” that exists in the space between each kiss.
This is how I want to live.
An open and continually edited letter ...
1. I am so much happier without you that I am nearly a different person. Not different, really. Just different from when I was with you.
2.You don’t have the privilege to tell me how to drink or not drink and you never really did.
3. I am allowed to refuse to talk to you if you call me at 4 am asking to sleep on my couch and then tell all my friends I lied about it.
4. Congratulations on your master plan of dumping me, fucking someone else, and expecting me to wait for you. Guess which part went wrong? If you guessed all of the above, you’re slightly smarter than I generally give you credit for.
5. I am so happy you’re miserable.
6. You have a college degree and you’re delivering pizza because you’re too lazy to do anything else with your life or to strive for your own personal success. You are literally worthless.
7. I love how you bragged for years about nearly being on team combat and haven’t fought once. You’re an achiever. Yep.
8. I do things now. Like really do things. I travel, I go hear music, I see people. And I do it all without you.
9. With you, I was alone. I was upstairs in the room, lonely and by myself. I have decided I will never cry myself to sleep ever again over something so not worth it.
10. For the record, you were so much more broken by the end of our relationship. I cherish that knowledge. Relish in it. Stoke it’s fire and survive by it because I survived unbroken, and you didn’t.
11. Your friends like me more than her. And they all told me so.
12. You lack a distinct modicum of compassion. Truly. You do.
13. Someone finally told me it was okay to have been upset by all the times you practiced MMA on me without my permission when I had asked you multiple times to stop. Seriously. You rear naked choked me and didn’t let go when I told you to stop. Or when you dropped me on the coffee table. Or stabbed me in the arm. You are such a complete asshole that I can’t believe I dealt with you for so long.
14. I lied about 90% of the time when I said I’d finished in bed because I didn’t want you to feel bad about not being any good and finishing too soon.
© Miguel Valle de Figueiredo (via Beauty in Everything - Photography)
Let's react against our own mythology
Mid-November, and the stores and brands once again begin whoring out the image of Father Christmas to sell their stuff: “Santa loves Coke!”, “More toys than Santa at our Store!”, “Santa is retiring his elves to buy from us this year!”
Wouldn’t it be nice to still have some group mythos - some cultural narratives and fantasies - that weren’t tainted by shitty plastic toys, Hollywood re-imaginings or sickly sweet carbonated-drinks?
Do we really have to look at somehow getting a Non-commercial Creative Commons License for each and every one of humanity’s stories in order to preserve what little dignity and awe and hope they once inspired?
Give her a helmet, shield and lances
When I see a mother reading a book while her toddler quietly draws pictures across the table, I think that maybe one day I will have a child after all. But then it is never clear which person I am identifying with; perhaps what I really want is to draw pictures across the table from my mother.
