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[–] [email protected] 0 points 17 hours ago (1 children)

That is up for personal interpretation

[–] [email protected] 1 points 17 hours ago

I see it as unpopular in the sense that each of us individually struggles with our own acceptance from our own interpretation of social relations. It only takes one unpopular opinion in this case for it to be true. In this way, our flaws often become the most dominant parts of who we are in a social domain, the things that we fixate on more than anything else.

I completely agree about being radically honest with yourself. But even further, we should even question why we see certain traits as flaws and others as strengths. Not to entirely devalue their categorization, but to recognize why those traits, good and bad, and their social implications are important.

[–] [email protected] 4 points 3 days ago (1 children)

Agreed. Makes me wonder if that might’ve been the intention of the opening. The poem is held up by the shock of the last line.

 
 

Absolute perfection

[–] [email protected] 9 points 5 days ago

We love you Cleo 💜

[–] [email protected] 2 points 6 days ago

Thanks and fixed

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I want you to know

one thing. 

 

You know how this is: 

if I look 

at the crystal moon, at the red branch 

of the slow autumn at my window, 

if I touch 

near the fire 

the impalpable ash 

or the wrinkled body of the log, 

everything carries me to you, 

as if everything that exists, 

aromas, light, metals, 

were little boats 

that sail 

toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

 

Well, now, 

if little by little you stop loving me 

I shall stop loving you little by little. 

 

If suddenly 

you forget me 

do not look for me, 

for I shall already have forgotten you. 

 

If you think it long and mad, 

the wind of banners 

that passes through my life, 

and you decide 

to leave me at the shore 

of the heart where I have roots, 

remember 

that on that day, 

at that hour, 

I shall lift my arms 

and my roots will set off 

to seek another land. 

 

But 

if each day, 

each hour, 

you feel that you are destined for me 

with implacable sweetness, 

if each day a flower 

climbs up to your lips to seek me, 

ah my love, ah my own, 

in me all that fire is repeated, 

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 

my love feeds on your love, beloved, 

and as long as you live it will be in your arms 

without leaving mine.

 
[–] [email protected] 45 points 2 weeks ago

A beacon of humanity in an ocean of sadism

 
[–] [email protected] 6 points 3 weeks ago

Sorry, typo — indeed, codependency.

[–] [email protected] 22 points 3 weeks ago (2 children)

I dated someone with major depression and PTSD for three years. I’m not going to say it was the easiest experience supporting them, but I loved them very deeply for who they are and we had a nice relationship. Before we met, I hadn’t met anyone I’d related to as much as I had with them. Dating is definitely possible, but as with any dating, it can also be painful and you might not get what you’re looking for. It’s crucial for all of us, not just those majorly depressed, to take care of ourselves through every situation. Be sure to interrogate whether or not the way you’re approaching relationships is exacerbating your depression; if you’re looking for dependencies or not.

 
[–] [email protected] 7 points 3 weeks ago

Pussy ass bitch

[–] [email protected] 1 points 4 weeks ago

I love the “stain of alphabets”. Excellent

[–] [email protected] 2 points 4 weeks ago
 

In case anything was unclear

 
 
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