aka: i don't necessarily know how to communicate how much I mean it when I say "I love you" "I've been ruminating", as I say frequently when trying to explain something (I've been wishing to curb my habits of self-conscious self-reflexivity, but alas), the idea that love exists as one of the eternal orthodox virtues. This was spurred an attempt of mine to read, comprehend and discuss the content of Michel Foucault's article "What is Criticism?" for the 101-level communications course I tutor. It was through my struggle to do so that I conceptualized notions of love that I propose in this piece. Within a tutorial class I ran, (as a strategy to motivate oneself to study and understand academic material) I proposed a notion of "love" as a practice of understanding and comprehension, based on Jeff Rosenstock's claim that "Love is worry," and the Umineko meta-witchian perspective that "Without love, it can not be se...
sometimes I like to imagine we walked past each other when I was nine, visiting California with my family like in "Fairytale" of Bluey and you just don't remember it sometimes a miracle has to be nurtured plenty of sunlight and tender mercy you are the miracle one the first miracle in a long sequence of little small favors from destiny I woke up with my back sore the odds, the odds, the odds stack up and i come so close to discovering my limits but i remember, what did i come down all this way for? you, you there will always be a part of my heart that you can find home in "Kairi! I'll come home to you, I promise!" "I know you will!" "Hold me, whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on. Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all. Nothing's like before."
So, I saw myself through your eyes and I STILL thought I looked ugly And so I asked, what makes you think I'm so pretty? And you said, "Because you see me with your own eyes." So, I thought of myself through your mind and I STILL thought I was boring And so I asked, what makes you think I'm interesting at all? And you said, "Because you think of me with your own thoughts." So, I kissed myself with your lips, and I STILL was disgusted by the taste And so I asked, what makes you think my mouth is so soft and sweet? And you said, "Because you kiss me, with the kisses of your own mouth." So, I strangled myself with your hands, and I STILL was repulsed by the touch And so I asked, what makes you think I'm worth anything? And you said, "Because you hold me with your own hands." So, I tried to love myself through your own heart, and I STILL hated myself And so I asked, what makes you think I deserve any love? And you said, "Because it...
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