https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mld3NLHNebw

I’m listening to this song. The clock just ticked to midnight the moment I started writing.
I love how in these hours we feel most at peace. How, in order to find inner peace, the English sky never fully darkens in the summer. I remember how odd that felt to witness when I lived in Glasgow that year, coming home from a night out at 4 am with the bright sun out already.

I thought when we separated that I would go mad, I was so used to talking to you about anything and everything that I felt I had no one to vent to.

I remember the first days we started talking, planning Skype conversations and opening up too much and too quickly. Inappropriate sexual gifsets, inside jokes, my lists on word about conversation topics to go through.

I find it strange how I don’t enjoy capturing some moments which I know I will miss and almost always do. I think I do it on purpose so I can be ever present in that moment, take as much of it in as I can but then I miss it and the irony is my memory is strange – it often contains details of images and people and situations I never thought I would keep.

You know, I wrote you some letters a few days after we broke up. Some days I wrote more than one. They’re all in your box under my bed. I came across some videos you had sent me and pictures I thought I had forgotten. I had so much wine those days. I don’t think I had ever smoked so much or drank so much. I couldn’t understand how, even after we separated, you still cared to see I was okay and I was safe.

I remember you asked me once why I delete some of the pictures you send me. The other day, I came across some videos you made me. In one of them you told me not to cry while in others you made parodies about Matt Corby and Adele’s songs and there I was, uncontrollably bawling my eyes out of sadness from nostalgia and laughter because you really are a funny one.

I miss you so much sometimes but I also know you are doing the things that make you happy. All I ever wanted and want is for you to be at peace, little one. You deserve it so much. I am sometimes in pain as I ponder over the past about the ways I behaved and wish I could take back those moments. But this made me learn, this made me grow and mature, my girl, it really did.

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Thoughts - Wynonna Earp

I think sex means something different for each person and it is changing all the time depending on their physical and/or emotional needs. Regardless of if you have had few or many partners, each person enjoys different things and, undoubtedly, there is a variety of activities to engage in.
Today I saw a series (Wynonna Earp) with two female characters who are in a relationship together (Waverly and Nicole). What I found so sweet was the aspect of consent – one of the characters asked the other for permission to continue being intimate during one of their scenes..
The topic of consent is truly an interesting one. In the past, when I expressed this notion to some of my peers they mocked the idea of having to ask consent because they considered it pointless if you’re already being intimate with your significant other in the first place.
This could be considered a valid point though, in my opinion, obtaining consent is one of the most humble and respectful gestures you could show your partner. It not only shows that you care about and value them but it is also indicative of you being aware of their autonomy regardless of their position in your life. It also shows that you place their physical and emotional well-being in the present higher than that of your gratification – what’s more attractive?!

Another aspect I enjoy watching is that of laughter and embracing embarrassment during some intimate scenes. I find it so realistic and attractive to be able to laugh with someone in those moments because you are ‘’naked’’ and vulnerable in many ways. It provides a pure bond in that moment when it is you and that other person, where you can hear your bodies, your breathing, your kissing noises, your surroundings in such detail that everything suddenly is really intense.
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Πάτησα τις χορδές για να νιώσω το παρόν
Να χορτάσω την αφή της φωνής και της επιστροφής
Το αλκοολ στα χείλη και τον καπνό της νιότης
Μα, δε μπορώ να γευτώ πια το ''είναι'' μας.
Δε μπορώ να ακολουθήσω το ''φαίνεσθαι'' γιατι η ζωή
μόνο εκεί δε κρύβεται και μόνο εκεί δε ξεχειλίζει η παρουσία της.
Το κραγιόν τονίζει το μπορντό των αναμνήσεων
κι ανανεώνει ό,τι ιερό, ό,τι πιο τρυφερό βρίσκεται στο καφέ των ματιών.
Δεν είσαι αδύναμη ούτε εγωίστρια όταν αποζητάς μια φωνή που σε γεμίζει ζεστασιά, μάτια που σου μιλούν με χιλιάδες εικόνες και χείλη που, όταν σε αγγίζουν, φιλούν ακόμη και τις πιο κρυφές πληγές σου, τον εσωτερικευμένο και φοβισμένο σου παιδί.
Ξέρω, ψυχή μου, ξέρω.
Δεν υπάρχει κάτι άλλο εκτός από τη φράση ''Είναι μέσα στη ζωή'' - κι είναι τόσο όμορφη και συνάμα στενάχωρη αυτή η συνειδητοποίηση.
Το μόνο που θέλω είναι να μην έχω απωθημένα μα, πως το καταφέρνει κανείς χωρίς να προκαλέσει πόνο στον άλλον και χωρίς να χάσει τον εαυτό του;
Δεν μπορεί.
Ξεκίνα!






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Orphan Black

https://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2017/jun/07/send-in-the-clones-orphan-black-tvs-smartest-show-is-back?CMP=share_btn_tw

'(...) This is a show preoccupied with motherhood, the role of women in society and the age-old debate of nurture v nature. The clones may all look alike but their personalities are determined by how they were raised as much as by their shared progenitor – and the show’s creators John Fawcett and Graeme Manson unpick these themes with subtlety and care.'
'(...) A striking intelligence runs through Orphan Black. Each series takes its episode titles from a different influential work. Series one drew on Charles Darwin’s Origins of the Species and series two, the writings of Francis Bacon, arguably the father of scientific method. Series three quoted the farewell address of Dwight Eisenhower, a speech best known for coining the term “military-industrial complex”. And series four delved into the works of Californian feminist and scientist Donna Haraway, author of A Cyborg Manifesto: Science, Technology and Socialist-Feminism in the late 20th Century. The final series will apparently reference Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s celebrated 1914 protest poem 1695 – a furious rallying cry against standing silently by.

Beyond the episode titles, though, the show takes in everything from Greek mythology and Margaret Thatcher’s government to HG Wells’ creation classic The Island of Doctor Moreau, which serves as both the show’s biggest influence and its best MacGuffin. Nods to further facets of the science v religion panoply are littered throughout: Felix’s surname is Dawkins, Sarah first learns about the existence of clones at Huxley station, and George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion, with its tale of woman refashioned by man, is a recurring allusion'

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'Digital Kids' by Vicktor Taiwo (Ft Solomon)

And I see you running into the woods
With your bright yellow jacket, you look lost
You look lost

I see you running into the woods
With your bright yellow jacket, you look lost
You look lost

You know kids like you
Ain't supposed to know
That the world is broken
And the sun is frozen

You know kids like you
Ain't supposed to feel
Like the earth is caving
And the world ain't spinning for you, you, you

And I bet you never knew, never knew, love could be this bright
Ain't it something, smile or something
I bet you never knew, never knew, never knew, the air could taste this sweet
I bet you never knew

I see you running into the woods
With your bright yellow jacket, you look lost
You look lost
I see you running into the woods
With your bright yellow jacket, you look lost
You look lost, you look lost

[Solomon]
If you heard that I'm a threat then you heard right
Shades on but there ain't a lens for my third eye
People are see through they ain't really tryna' learn
But you eating what I feed you cause it's served right
People see me and perceive me in the worst light
Find it hard to read me I ain't speaking I observe guys
Cause people will deceive you I ain't really tryna' learn lies
Searching for meaning with my burnt eyes
When I'm old and I'm grey and I've been through it all
Ask me what I've learnt I say I've learnt life
Pick up my book of rhymes blow it and watch the dirt rise
Looking down at earth from a bird's eye
Searching, but searching for what?
Searching for the purpose of words and the worth that we lost
My eyes ain't awake and my mind's in a place where you can
Get what you ask for every time that you pray
Some want world peace, some want ice and a chain
Some want wealth, some want help finding a way
And we got it, just imagine, we all got it
Ahh..


















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