writings on love, sex, voyeurism, and synchronicity
"deeply i go down into myself. my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence." -rainer maria rilke
"Though I visit him Ceaselessly In my dreams, The sum of all those meetings Is less than a single waking glimpse."
-Ono no Kamachi
"in the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. don't run away from this dying. whoever's not killed for love is dead meat." - rumi
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