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“His body is a masterpiece, inked in stories I long to trace.
Each muscle, carved like a goddess’ desire, tempts my fingertips to linger.
His smile disarms me, melts my doubts into longing.
His voice—low, smooth—sends shivers down my spine.
And his touch… oh, his touch—electric, addictive, unforgettable.
Against his chest, I find solace, the rhythm of his heartbeat my lullaby.
His ambition is wildfire, a force that builds empires—
Yet in my arms, he is simply mine.
Imperfect, yet perfect in every way that matters.
I don’t yet know his love, but I crave the way it would feel.
And something tells me, maybe, he craves me too.”
― Marion Bekoe

“It was said of Rabbi Simcha Bunim that he carried two slips of paper, one in each pocket. On one he wrote: Bishvili nivra ha’olam – “For my sake the world was created.” On the other he wrote: V’anokhi afar v’aefer – “I am but dust and ashes.” He would take out each slip of paper as necessary, as a reminder to himself.’ – TOBA SPITZER”
― Oliver Burkeman, Meditations for Mortals: Four Weeks to Embrace Your Limitations and Make Time for What Counts

“The only two questions, at any moment of choice in life, is what the price is, and whether or not it’s worth paying.”
― Oliver Burkeman, Meditations for Mortals: Four Weeks to Embrace Your Limitations and Make Time for What Counts

“the path to self-actualization isn’t to try to improve ourselves because we think we’re not enough but to let go of the illusion that we’re not already enough as we are”
― Joseph Nguyen, Don't Believe Everything You Think