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Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

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stop seeing the good in people & start seeing what they show u

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Maybe one day it will stop hurting.

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It's easier for them to believe that something is wrong with you than it is for them to believe that something wrong happened to you.

Najwa Zebian

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It's the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.

Robert M. Pirsig

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words from Dry Season

the saints and mystics wrote a lot about goodness and badness, and sometimes badness was merely a synonym for human. They are merely the desires I pursued without choosing. At least I did not choose them with my highest self, the part most aligned with the divine as I understood.

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Words from Dry Season

My abstinence was about my relations with other people, not the expulsion or containment of desire. It was a space in which to tease apart the compulsive pursuit of "love" from real, sustaining forms of love.

Her gaze looked at me and through me at the same time. She was, as the etymology of ecstasy indicates, outside herself.

Like a drug, this ecstasy mimimcs the experience of true spiritual ecstasy, but it is poison. It draws from a well whose debt must be paid in suffering.

"You define yourself too much as an addict," she told me. "what is an addict but someone who is dealing with some unresolved element."

I had confused my admiration for my professor with desire. I thought that if he wanted me I would be protected.

I still notice cute people, but after I remember that there's nothing to pursue, I relax. It's a relief actually.

A spilling kind of emotionality (what I name my hunger for romance but is really my sense of myself as an artist, calling forward for my art)

In some moments, every bit of life seemed to prove the existence of god

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Words from Dry Season

A cigarette provides both hunger and satisfaction, organizes a day into a series of resolved plots: the rising desire and its perfect fulfillment. it overs a trail of breadcrumbs to follow through the chaos of life and its many unmet desires, its less predictable pleasures.

i thought of something my therapist once said: you can't get enough of a thing you don't need. I could not get enough approval from a colleague whom I despised because I did not respect him. These desires were insatiable because no need could be met. Like fire, they grew when fed.

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words from Dry Season

i am sometimes lonely, but that, too is novel, a weather system that moves through me and, after a day, or sometimes just an hour in the late afternoon as the light shifts toward evening, it moves on. From Dry Season, Melissa Febos

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