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Your arms around me all night
I woke to find me there
Cramped
Frightened
Not knowing what you held
Cramped Frightened
By the tenderness holding me
And once my eyes opened on
Creation
Tearing through your face
In the act of come,
I didn’t know you looked like that

Alone.
Time.
Everything I love, I need to be
Hides in you.

In case you put me down

I put you down

already, doll

I know the games you play

In case you put me down I got it figured

how there are better mouths than yours

more swinging bodies

wilder scenes than this.

In case you put me down it won’t help much.

Identity is not something that we innately possess and reveal, but something we understand through narratives provided to us by others.

– Adriana Cavarero

(…) just because the question can be answered doesn’t mean that i ought to answer it, or that it ought to be asked.

(…) there is no good answer to being a woman; the art may instead lie in how we refuse the question.

— Rebecca Solnit, The mother of all questions (2017)

Tu t'en vas sans moi, ma vie.
Tu roules.
Et moi j'attends encore de faire un pas.
Tu portes ailleurs la bataille.
Tu me désertes ainsi. 
Je ne t'ai jamais suivie.
Je ne vois pas clair dans tes offres.
Le petit peu que je veux, jamais tu ne l'apportes.
A cause de ce manque, j'aspire à tant.
A tant de choses, à presque l'infini…
A cause de ce peu qui manque, que jamais tu n'apportes


– Henri Michaux

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(via conotos)

Such a man is beyond throwing bombs, beyond revolt; he wants to stop reacting, whether inertly or ferociously. This man, of all men on earth, wants to act to be a manifestation of life. If, in the realization of his terrible need, he begins to act regressively, to become incapable of earning a living, know that this man has found his way back to the womb and source of life and that tomorrow, instead of the contemptible object of ridicule which you have made of him, he will stand forth as a man in his own right and all the powers of the world will be of no avail against him.