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THE TIME OF DIVULGING

December is gone, along with January and February.
Spring is here. Tulip buds appear.

The empty trees stagger and flail
like drunks going home.

The wind recites a spell.
The rose arbor trembles.

The dark blue water lotus, niluphar,
says to the jasmine, Look how
twisted together we are.

Clover blossom to meadow grass,
This is the grace we have wanted.

The violets bow,
responding to the hyacinths,
and the narcissus winks,
An interesting development.

The willow slings her lightheaded
hair around, saying nothing,
and the cypress grows even more still.
Everybody is so beautifully
becoming themselves.

Artists go outdoors to let the beauty
move through their hands and their brushes.

Sweet-feathered birds light on the pulpit.
The soul sings, Ya hu. The dove
replies, Coo, coo

The roses open their shirts.
It is not right to stay closed
when the time of divulging comes.

One rosebud remarks to the nightingale,
Lilies have hundreds of tongues,
but they do not tell their secrets.

No more holding back. Be reckless.
Tell your love to everybody.

And so the nightingale does.
The plane tree bends to the vine,
Stand up. The prostrating
part of prayer is over.

The vine, This prostration is not voluntary.
I have that in me that makes me always
like this, burning with surrender,
flat on my face.

It is the same power
that makes you plane.

The rose asks the saffron,
Why so pale?

The plump red apple replies,
Because saffron does not understand
that the beloved is absence
as well as this fullness.

Just then stones begin
bombarding him, but he laughs,
knowing how lover calls to lover.

Zuleikha tears Joseph’s shirt,
but that is love-play to make him naked.

The apple absorbs a direct hit
and stays on the tree.

I hang here like Hallaj, feeling those lips
on me, the honor of being lifted up
on a crucifixion apple tree.

Now the kissing is over.
Fold your love in.
Hide it like pastry filling.

Whisper within with
a shy girl’s tenderness.

--Rumi

Ask me if you dare

iambecauseiwrite:

thegadaboutgirl:

whowasntthere:

championofazura:

Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales. 

Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares.

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Bwahaha

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opalesent:

I want 0 responsibilities and a lot of lingerie

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obsidianwingsofmidnight:

Culture bent fairytales! Based off this post

http://iloveherthatwomanin12b.tumblr.com/search/cinderella

Figured I might as well take a whack at it while I put off other projects I should be working on….

Tagged: looooooove

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neednothavehappenedtobetrue:

this is my dog. he is supposed to be dressed as the big bad wolf in Red Riding Hood after he has nommed the grandmother and donned her clothes
but look at him. he is not a bad wolf. he just looks like a granny. 
he just wants to hear how you’re doing far away at school and are you eating enough can he make you soup do you have a good coat it’s starting to get chilly out. 

neednothavehappenedtobetrue:

this is my dog. he is supposed to be dressed as the big bad wolf in Red Riding Hood after he has nommed the grandmother and donned her clothes

but look at him. he is not a bad wolf. he just looks like a granny. 

he just wants to hear how you’re doing far away at school and are you eating enough can he make you soup do you have a good coat it’s starting to get chilly out. 

Source: neednothavehappenedtobetrue

muirin007:

07nathalie:

MT Rushmore done right!

THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING OH MY GOSH.

muirin007:

07nathalie:

MT Rushmore done right!

THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING OH MY GOSH.

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Feminism is not about who opens the jar.

It is not about who pays for the date. It is not about who moves the couch. It is not about who kills the bugs. It is not about who cooks the dinner. It’s not even about who stays home with the kids, as long as the decision was made together, after thinking carefully about your situation and coming to an agreement that makes sense for your particular marriage and family.

It is about making sure that nobody ever has to do anything by “default” because of their gender. The stronger person should move the couch. The person who enjoys cooking more, has more time for it, and/or is better at it should do the cooking. Sometimes the stronger person is male, sometimes not. Sometimes the person who is best suited for cooking is female, sometimes not. You should do what works.

But it is also about letting people know that it is okay to change. If you’re a woman who wants to become stronger, that’s great. If you’re a man who wants to learn how to cook, that’s also great. You might start out with a relationship where the guy opens all the jars and the girl cooks all the meals, but you might find that you want to try something else. So try it.

Tagged: this this this

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turtletotem:

I have long said that in order for any comedy to truly succeed as a story, there has to be meat beneath the jokes. There has to be that moment when it is not funny any more.

This. This is that moment.

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buzzfeedbooks:

16 Perfect Pickup Lines For Any Book Lover

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jonpertwee:

"Don’t celebrate Halloween, Christians!! It is based in a pagan holiday!"

Boy have I got some news for you concerning Christmas.

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owlmylove:

gerardwayswife:

double-pistol-wink:

suffren:

randomlinktime:



i lost it at “me dammit”

ME DAMMIT.

ME DAMMIT

ME DAMMIT.

owlmylove:

gerardwayswife:

double-pistol-wink:

suffren:

randomlinktime:

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i lost it at “me dammit”

ME DAMMIT.

ME DAMMIT

ME DAMMIT.

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