Taste, lifestyle & thoughts.

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i like my body when it is with your
body. it is so quite new a thing.
muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… and eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new

 e.e. cummings

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But how could we possibly explain anything? We operate only with things that do not exist: lines, planes, bodies, atoms, divisible time spans, divisible spaces. How should explanations be at all possible when we first turn everything into an image, our image!

Frederich Nietzsche

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I used to not believe in love cliches.

I was always bad with words of explaining how I felt. But every time i acknowledged your heartbeat, we knew we we’re safe with each other.

Every gesture, glance, laugh, dance, grasp was what we wanted to hold on to as long as we could. Even if it was momentarily.

No words could ever explain what we had. 

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