>:(

мне простить ее?
Я не могу перестать думать об этом

Но я ей больше не доверяю..

Nothing triggers me like "what were she wearing?"

A diaper? I mean what the hell with that question it's so dumb

I'd rather be surrounded by jinn than men
I'd rather be attacked by jinn than men
I'd rather be touched by jinn than men

And nothing is said without a reason

Choosing is absurd because there is no choice. […] When Mu-Chou was asked, 'We dress and eat every day, and how do we escape from having to put on clothes and eat food?' he answered, 'We dress; we eat.' 'I don't understand,' said the monk. 'If you don't understand, put on your clothes and eat your food.' […] But the viewpoint is not fatalistic. […] Submission to fate implies someone who submits, someone who is the helpless puppet of circumstances, and for Zen there is no such person
—Alan Watts, The Way of Zen

A zen person as they describe it

You don't owe me an apology
I don't owe you an explanation
Let's not think about it until it goes away

Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим

—Александр Пушкин | Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может

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"Я вас любил" публикация 1830

Relaxing games>>>

Man, I feel like writing a lot of stuff