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#love as worship
unearthlycaptivation · 4 months
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a love that’s intense, all-consuming, passionate, adoring, soul deep, violent in emotion, and possessing.
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"Finale" - Les Misérables // "All Too Well" - Taylor Swift // "Take Me to Church" - Hozier // The Girl and the Goddess - Nikita Gill // "Hallelujah" - Leonard Cohen // "Touch Me" - Spring Awakening // Sense8 (1x09) // Romeo & Juliet - William Shakespeare
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coconutmall-ed · 1 year
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love as worship
death note / take me to church- hozier / fleabag / amc’s interview with the vampire / false god- taylor swift / sour switchblade- elita
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glasswaters · 2 years
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most days, i float between my painted ceiling and my good wooden floors. if I stretch out my hands, I can feel the rough tapestry under my skin, if I dip down my toes, I brush the grain of the wood.
from the hollow of my throat runs a thread, silver-dipped. when I turn my head, it's pulled taut. come, now, won't you tug on it?
won't you take my two good hands and my bones full of air, and shape them until I stay, anchored and with my fingertips stuck to your clavicles? Drape my palms around your throat and my mouth to the dip where your neck meets your shoulders.
like this, i will stay.
smile at me. your scar shapes a dimple and in your eyes swims a bottomless well. I have long since leaned over the edge of it, and carved a home into its stones.
the water above me shines silver.
most days, i taste on my fingertips the shape of your love. my grandfather once said that a love well felt is holy. his eyes wrinkled at the edges and his teeth were stained with sugar. i looked at him, then, five years old, and barely tall enough to reach the table.
what is holiness?
he laughed. the shape of their eyes, he said, or the sound of their voice. perhaps, he said, in between one bite and the next, perhaps the way the skin peels from their palms.
let me drink worship from your mouth. tether me to the very bones of you, and listen to the prayer i sing into your skin.
this well in the depths of your eyes is my temple, and I draw my scripture from the curve of your neck.
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satin-carmin · 7 months
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As I walk / as I bleed / I wanna take you everywhere with me As I cry / as I weep / I want you to know that you're a part of me
Lime Garden, Love song
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starstark · 7 months
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“You touch me as if I am holy. Your hands caress me as If I am pious, something to revere. Your hands glide over me, as if I’m an idol you are adorning. You hold me as if I’m a prayer you intend to make with utmost devotion. You touch me as if I am holy, holier than any god you’ve ever prayed to.”
- things I wish I could write about.
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vaginadentatacas · 1 year
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Kerry Banazek, As an Experiment // John Geddes, A Familiar Rain // Hozier, "From Eden" // E.E Cummings, [i carry your heart with me (i carry it in] // Abdulla Pashew, Union // William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet // Hozier, "Work Song" // Unknown // Richard Siken, Saying Your Names // Song of Solomon 1:2 // Psychology Today excerpt
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cowardlyriver · 1 year
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love as devotion. love as worship. love as sunlight slanting into a place of worship. love as bowed head. love as standing still. love as where bhagirathi meets alaknanda. love as confluence. love as influence. love as the mountains you love so much. love as hands. love as kashi at twilight. love as removing shoes before entering the mandir. love as whatever makes you, you. love as look into me. tell me what you find there. tell me, tell me, tell me. love as I want to know everything. love as tell me everything mundane about you. which shoe do you wear first. how does the universe reveal itself to you. what do your eyes look like when you are in love. when you are angry. what does the inside of your body feel like. is there enough space for your heart. for your lungs. love as river. love as the fire offered to the river. love as river water, sky and flowers all at once. love as mantra. love as diyas. love as payals, jhumkas, mehendi and chaat. love as old building. love as crumbling but not disappearing. love as prayer. come home to me. come home to me. come home to me. love as eternal. love as the thing that outlasts us. love as the thing that outcasts us. love as the sky bruising purple and pink in yearning. love as feverish yearning. love as chaos. love as failed attempts. love as you have invariably changed me. love as avoiding cameras but not eyes. love as the outcome of a maths problem. love as desperation. love as weakness. love as I wish you had met past versions of me. love as in I have almost nothing to offer you. love as in I am terrified you will see my emptiness. love as trust. love as nothing has ever come close to the moon for me, except you. love as thrill. love as drama. love as epics. love as conviction. conviction. conviction. love as the opposite of shifting sands. love as solid ground. love as the thing you cannot fall beyond. love as the sky. the sky is light. light is time. love as time. love as finality. love love as my laughter means nothing if you are not here to see it. love as everyone I have loved has not loved me back. love as sleeping on a stiff hospital bench at night because my grandfather was sick. love as I would rather exist as the ashes of something than a whole where you did not touch me. love as feeding stray animals. love as climbing mountains to see God. love as climbing mountains to die. love as dying. love as having been held. having been loved. love as if I stop writing I will recede. love as peeled orange. love as sustenance. love as comfort food. love as I will come back. love as endings. love as nothing ends. love as everything ends. love as I am tired of impossibilities. I just want to go home.
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emiliefitch · 4 months
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Can you believe that you, too, are someone’s altar? You are someone’s wildest dream.
Desireé Dallagiacomo – “My First Altar”
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My Goddess,
My Devotion,
My Divinity,
You are divine.
Guide me to be Your perfect disciple.
Give me commandments
And I shall follow them.
For You are my virtue, my life,
My blood and my death.
Fill me with Your love
And Your gifts
Until I cannot hold anymore.
Put me on my knees each night, and
Let me show You my reverence.
Teach me how to best worship You.
Give me everything,
And see it run from the corners of my mouth
As I drink it in too fast.
You give me life.
I need You like I need water or air.
On Your love alone I could subsist for weeks.
Feed me any part of You
And I will happily be in Your eternal debt.
I relinquish my soul to You—
It is Yours, my Goddess.
Use me,
Make me Your vessel.
I give You this vow,
And offer my body as a votive.
Sanctify me, cleanse me of sin,
Make my body Your temple
Show me what it is to be sacred.
Show me what it is to be
Unreservedly, utterly, perfectly
Devoted to You.
To be wholly holy.
To have every inch of myself
Consecrated in Your name.
Leave Your sacred message
On my hallowed skin.
I crave and venerate its ache.
I give You total control, my Goddess,
And I hope I am worthy.
Stretch me to my limits and
Commend my obedience.
Give me every test
And I will submit myself to You
Every time.
I will do anything to prove my piety.
Give me anything
And everything.
Accept me as Yours, and
Guide me to be Your perfect disciple.
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unearthlycaptivation · 2 months
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They asked do you love her to death?
I said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.”
— Mahmoud Darwish
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goodbye-randoms · 1 year
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suburbanlegnd · 5 months
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women's thighs. you agree. reblog.
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captainkirkk · 1 year
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I want to see characters being taken care of in an explicit and worshipful way. Home-cooked meals. Hair brushed and braided by gentle hands. Little gifts just because.
I want to read about characters who are not used to kindness being bombarded by acts of service. This trope works romantically and platonically. Give me found family and acts of service - all the ways a character is wrapped up in wordless, explicit care after years of cruelty and having no idea how to handle. I need it.
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glasswaters · 2 years
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I cannot love softly.
I am nothing if not a wildfire - a sharpened knife.
said I to my first love, when she drew her first breath, and then her last: I’m sorry for consuming you. said she, with venom in her blood: come. take my beating heart. it’s yours.
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satin-carmin · 1 year
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God how is it that we surrender / to love giving it the key to our city / carrying candles to it and incense / falling down at its feet asking to be forgiven
Nizar Qabbani, Between Us
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