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Sometimes people use “respect” to mean “treating someone like a person” and sometimes they use “respect” to mean “treating someone like an authority”

and sometimes people who are used to being treated like an authority say “if you won’t respect me I won’t respect you” and they mean “if you won’t treat me like an authority I won’t treat you like a person”

and they think they’re being fair but they aren’t, and it’s not okay.

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L'Amour à la mer (1965). dir. Guy Gilles

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I have left parts of myself over and over again in everything I have loved.

The broken swing in my childhood park carries the dream of a little girl to touch the sky/ the corner bench of my class has my initials engraved with a pen that used to be the most faithful friend/ the half folded pages of a secret diary knows me better than anyone/ the stuff toy that has been on my side for 15 years has seen me shedding tears after my first heartbreak/ the dog who left me on a random Tuesday used to wait for me at the door with the warmest smile/ the collection of unused stickers in the corner drawer- a reminder of the characters I used to obsess over/ the friendships that didn't last forever are filled with the echo of laughter of innocent teenagers/ the numbers I can't call anymore -after all the time there still resides a bittersweet warmth in the 2 a.m texts.

Deep down I want to believe everything I have left with them - the love, the shared laughter, dreams, pieces of my soul- they will return to me in life- not always in the ways I expect or want but in the ways I need.

-Lakshita

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The Cloud of Unknowing

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The cloud of Your presence enfolds me,

the flame of Your love transforms me into You

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Art by Ed Perkins (source)

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The Soul Dances in the Embrace of Flame

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The Circle of Gifts

Do not flee, soul — you do not belong to this world,

yet neither are you beyond it.

You descend — not to hide,

but to touch the depths,

that lonely, silent chamber

where orchards bloom —

not by season’s call,

but by the memory of endless being.

You are like clay that takes the fire,

unafraid of the flame,

for your soul knows it does not destroy,

but weaves life upon the ashes.

Within the circle of seven trees, you pause barefoot:

your feet touch the earth,

which still holds the secret of the First Breath —

the sacred echo of creation.

They know no time,

their roots reach into silence,

leaves tremble in a gentle breeze,

whispering Gifts —

an answer to insatiable hearts,

those who still long and yearn

(even as the lamp fades,

and the night grows long).

Behold the Flame descends —

a kiss of eternity upon the brow of the mortal.

In the rustle of grass,

in the trembling of a twig,

in the glance of a sparrow —

all becomes prayer.

A quiet receiving,

Pentecost,

that knows no end.

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Wandering through dreams dressed as shadows. These aren't just images, they’re moments caught between thoughts.

New pieces added. If something stays with you, it’s in the shop. ✨

seamless.threadless.com

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i crave connection but fear vulnerability like a plague

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When I woke up to see you had called me at 3AM, I hope you understood my silence wasn't punishment. I'm here if and when you ever decide to leave. There was never any pressure and never any judgment.

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I feel like I am releasing so much pain right now. The worst part is so much of me wants to isolate and do it on my own. It's not even thinking "I have nobody" or "I'm too strong". I haven't identified the feeling, but it oddly feels like growth.

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Birthdays, Writers, their quotes and Soap Opera 'Crossroads'!

Photo by Eva Bronzini on Pexels.com Nick Hennegan celebrates some famous writers birthdays and their quotes on writing… and celebrates a classic UK soap – Crossroads.  www.BohemianBritain.com 

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do you wanna come over and be weird with me