(...whatever that may be)
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine Von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers. (via allwasteandvoid)
"Saint-Just is almost eager as I to see Paris again. I have promised him a dinner from your hand. I am delighted that you are not angry at him; he is an excellent man; I love and esteem him more and more every day. The Republic has no more ardent, no more intelligent defender. The most perfect accord, the most constant harmony have reigned between us. What makes him still dearer to me is that he talks to me often about you and consoles me as much as he can. He attaches great value to our friendship, it seems to me, and from time to time he says things to me which flow from a kind heart."
Le Bas on Saint-Just, in a letter written to his wife Elisabeth Duplay while on the mission to Alsace with Saint-Just (8 Frimaire 1794)
"And some women do call themselves “humanist” while claiming they are working for a more equitable society. The big problem with that, though, is that no group is identified as disadvantaged. There is no pattern of racism, there is no pattern of sexism, it’s just one unfortunate individual after another experiencing some random bit of misfortune. The “humanists” are simply too wishy-washy to identify the aggressor or his pattern of aggression, which renders them unable to stop the pattern of aggression committed by a repeat offender, but that title does allow “humanists” to feel good about themselves in spite of their worthlessness."
Also why feminism is not “equality for both genders.” Feminism is liberation for women.