It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.
(via quote-book)
persistant partial visions
With whose blood were my eyes carved?
Erykah Badu - Next Lifetime
“We accommodate strangers, intimates, and colleagues, and we expect (if things are just) to be accommodated. We want to accommodate except when we don’t; we want to feel free from except when we want to feel free for and free with. Sometimes we live having no control and being unconscious. Usually, we throw ourselves into things without thinking much, and then we want that to work out well.”
-Lauren Berlant, “Risky Bigness: On Obesity, Eating, and the Ambiguity of Health”
Just a reminder:
When Prophet Muhammad (sallahu alayhi wa sallam) was travelling on the road with his cousin, Al-Fadl ibn Abbas, a woman stopped him to ask him a question. The woman was very beautiful, and Al-Fadl couldn’t help but stare at her.
Seeing this, Prophet Muhammad reached out his hand and turned his cousin’s face away.
He didn’t tell the woman to cover her face.
He didn’t tell her to change her clothing.
He didn’t tell her that her appearance was too tempting or indecent.
He averted his cousin’s impolite stare.
btw..this is a great movie
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Oh, get a job? Just get a job? Why don’t I strap on my job helmet, and squeeze down into a job canon and fire off into job land, where jobs grow on jobbies!
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
(via quote-book)
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An experienced event is finite—at any rate, confined to one sphere of experience; a remembered event is infinite, because it is only a key to everything that happened before it and after it
I like the way the morning can be stormy and the afternoon clear and sparkly as a jewel in the water. Put your hand in the water to reach for a sea urchin or a sea shell, and the thing desired never quite lies where you had lined it up to be. The same is true of love. In prospect or contemplation, love is where it seems to be. Reach in to lift it out and your hand misses.
(Source: quote-book)
