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She was fasting love. Everything about her life to that point had been the frantic accumulation of loves- thing she loved and things/people loving her. It was an absorption, an obsession, and it had to be curtailed. So she was fasting, staying away from it, putting aside to see clearer for a change.
By Hannahey URL on 08.05.2013
The fasting. The fasting was all that mattered now. No food in the house, it was the only way to stay insane. Food would bring reality crashing back.
By Nigor42 URL on 08.05.2013
It’s not something they ever truly want to do. They feel more clean, but more guilt. To be empty requires a bit of fullness. All one can focus on, however, is the burden of emptiness. What does it mean to be pure? Must we be without? Must we endure?
By Kay on 08.05.2013
although i had been given so much
companionship partnership friendship
from so many different men
so many different partners
it didn’t matter in the end.
because it was as if
i was fasting from romance
because the only nourishment i have ever known
is your love
and your love alone.
By xxcey URL on 08.05.2013
Fasting is what you do when you run out of water. If you have no plan, you plan to fail. Food is always thought of when prepping for disasters. Water always seems to be secondary. Fasting is without water or is fasting just liquids. Opinions differ based on religions some, but you never know the true meaning of fasting.
By jamie on 08.05.2013
Fasting? Just thinking about it makes me hungry. I know a lot of people fast for religious reasons. There was a girl that I know that was supposed to be fasting for a week, but we had a convention for work that week. She was able to eat that week and fast the next week instead.
By Kristy Weaver on 08.05.2013
“How long have you been fasting?” Jeremy asked Connor as the two sat together outside the cafeteria.
Connor sighed through one nostril, blatantly eyeing the massive triple grilled cheese sandwich and spice-covered curly fries on Jeremy’s plate.
“Couple days now. No. Three? Three.”
“Made any political difference yet?”
“That’s the hard part.”
By Belinda Roddie URL on 08.05.2013
In the dark, it’s easy to forget life isn’t suppose to be like this.
Sweaty palms chart their way across your topography under the flash of neon lights. You’d do anything to get away. But then he leans in, his rancid breath against your lips, and whispers that he’s got The Shit, and the thing is you’d be anyone’s bitch for another hit. The memory of his fat body, fumbling hands, and flailing, wet mouth don’t run off in the morning though. They’re seared on your skin along with the scorching shame, and you can’t even remember when life wasn’t like this.
So, you shoot up and cry and wish to die, and you don’t care that you’re hungry or too hot or that sometimes your breathing just stops before resuming with a shuddering gasp. Because you deserve this. You earned it. In the dark, it’s easy to forget that your life was never suppose to be like this.
By Katya URL on 08.05.2013
He works his hardest to take himself away from the things that remind him of them, the things that strike the fondest memories locked deep away in his heart that he can’t seem to get rid of. He fasts off of frosted cookies and magnolias because those were their favorite, those were their absolute favorite, and he knows that if he takes one bite or takes one sniff, he’ll instantly flash back to the blissful time that he called his life before everything came crashing down, down, down to the ground.
By zink URL on 08.05.2013
then four days of famine
we’ll feast on frenzy
By Aley URL on 08.05.2013
We are ordered to fast and mourn for seven days. That is the requirement when the king dies. We mourn for seven days his death, and then for seven days we celebrate his life. Then for seven more days, we celebrate and honor the life of the new king.
By Kristina URL on 08.05.2013
The fasting began on the twentieth of March. Mother and Father celebrated the eve by cooking a huge meal, filled with all sorts of luxuries. Cakes, chocolate delicacies, a whole turkey. It was our most important holiday, so of course they could spare the money to splurge.
By Kate URL on 08.05.2013
I started fasting one day ago. It was for the religious holiday, you see. I didn’t know what to expect, and it certainly wasn’t gremlins popping up whenever I thought about food. They offered me the most delicious things you could imagine- cakes, cookies, the exact thing I wanted at that minute. It was ridiculous.
I gave up within the first few hours.
By Catherine on 08.05.2013
A lot of people fast, for religious reason. It seems a bit…odd? Not right, I guess. Its basically starving yourself from not only food, but things you enjoy. Why would someone deprive themselves of things that make them happy? What, for sacrifice? I guess it just depends on the person.
By Ana on 08.05.2013
I wonder if I will ever do it.
I´m not really fast at all.
not even when I want.
not even when Ineed to.
By paula on 08.05.2013
She was fasting; the hunger keeping her awake in a dreary haze — anything to draw her mind away from him and his pain.
By Jacob on 08.05.2013
fasting is an incredulous term for a practice that causes a body to waste away. In the face of urgent hunger and nutrient need, it defies logic that a person would find credible desire to fast, when the most basic human desire is to last.
By P J Colando URL on 08.05.2013
Fasting used to be big at my church.
By A False Terl URL on 08.05.2013
Terry was at his wit’s end.His first reaction was to go to the fridge and have a beer.But,no,he wasn’t going to do that.
They who were meant to be fasting from the game laughed in the holy fathers’ faces and mounted their paper mache horses anyway, and they rode in the rain, getting high on the fumes of the ground-up bones, and when the bones began to take a life of their own and the riders could barely begin to feel living horse flesh and fur between their legs, they flung themselves off, some of them in time, and others not quite, and those whose timing was off were weaved into the building bodies of the running nags and were destined to feel what it is like to be captured and slaughtered.
By Miss Alister URL on 08.05.2013
My friends fast. I have friends who fast. Once a year, every year. From sunrise to sunset, but I forget. Sometimes I forget – many times I forget. It always makes me feel guilty, for it was important to them and it was not very good to eat or drink in front of them. It was not very nice.
By YeSomebody URL on 08.05.2013
Each day is a fasting day for me, as I sit in this empty house, the food taunting me. But I don’t allow the food to get to me. I can’t let it win. If it wins, I die. That’s what I made myself believe, anyways. So I sit on the bathroom floor, purging the things that were forced down my throat, because I can’t let it win.
By Hannah on 08.05.2013
got a belly full of hate and poison, working with the darkest fuel, loving with the darkest eyes. Like I got a steel stomach- baby drain my tank, keep me fasting from the world’s rage and I’ll be just fine.
By leah URL on 08.05.2013
My stomach empty, my blood pounding, my hands clenching, the needle biting, the needle biting, the needle biting, the doctor speaking rhythmic and low, the band-aid applied, a smile of relief, and suddenly all I can think about is the emptiness of my belly.
By Lauren on 08.05.2013
She said that it was dirty inside, that it was building and she couldn’t feel the way she had. The way she wanted to and so she fasted. She fasted for weeks. Thinking it would cleanse her soul to feel a little want, a little pain. I still don’t know if it was ever enough.
By Danaé on 08.05.2013
Fasting was always the worst. A month of abstaining from the pleasure, the fullness, the familiar feeling of community and connection over the societal rituals that have kept us alive for millenia. At least the food was good, but by day 28 I would kill for a fuck.
By Andrea URL on 08.05.2013
Lucius hadn’t eaten for twelve hours. Andrea had kept careful track. Lucius tried to say it was something religious, but Andrea knew for a fact he was atheist, and therefore it was unlikely to be religious. She didn’t discount it entirely though – weirder things had been done by others in the complex. Two centuries of subterranean living had given rise to odd, cross-subdivision behavioral patterns, including nonrequisite fasting (at least once, nearly seventy-five years ago).
By Becca on 08.05.2013
Fasting is like going without something. But i also thought when you run crazy fast you could be fasting. A made up type word that would totally be something I would say and Nate would laugh and put in his journal of strange things I can’t pronounce.
By Megan on 08.05.2013
Fasting is really strange to me because I would die if I had to go without eating all day. I know that they eat at night and stuff, but still. It’s so strange to use religion and ignore human instinct to eat. I dunno. Just my thoughts. I like that tumblr did the whole “nsfw/nsfr” thing though on their tags so that they wouldn’t upset people fasting.
By Amy on 08.05.2013
By Jason URL on 08.05.2013
Fasting. I’m fasting right now, actually. It’s for August 15th, which is my nameday. We usually fast every year from August 1st to August 15th, and usually we go vegan… which is why I don’t understand when people complain about going vegan.
I’m vegan most of the year (about 50-60% of the year, actually), and I have absolutely no problem with it. Probably because my family (my mother, mostly), has been fasting since I was born.
It’s a thing, I guess. I really want to have some cookise, but I don’t.
By Maria URL on 08.05.2013
“You okay little lady? I saw you moving around like you’re lost, walking back and forth bumping into the walls with your forehead. I just want to be sure you’re ok.” She replies, “Yes, I’m okay, I’m fasting. And I get anxious when I scarf down too many coffee beans for breakfast.”
By Oz Nolem URL on 08.05.2013
setting aside what’s in front of you
making different choices
opening your heart to the less in life
By Regina URL on 08.05.2013
“Why don’t you eat?” Grandma asked.
“You young people nowadays, you have the luxury to fast and then eat a big meal the next day… In our day, we went hungry, and we didn’t choose to.”
I didn’t argue with her, but I didn’t eat, either. Arguing takes too many calories.
By Holden URL on 08.05.2013
It was I habit he had gotten into. Eat two days, fast on the third. It was harmless enough until he developed OCD, then it turned into eat two days, fast the third, unless the date is divisible by 3, and then got worse from there. He starved.
By Amber on 08.05.2013
She had spent years letting her mind be abused, and her body. Her father had not bothered much with cooking, so she never had much to eat. Sometimes she had tried to protest his treatment of her by fasting, but he would then keep the food he had made, letting it rot, until she finally succumbed and ate it.
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 08.05.2013
She was fasting on Friday. no meat only fish. By the time dinner came around her stomach was growling and she was famished. fasting is for sissys she thought.
Once in a while fasting is for health – a way to sacrifice for others and to rem
By Claire on 08.05.2013
I thought everyone felt miserable, that was the norm for me and the people around me. I’m kinda pissed nobody helped me. Really? Nobody ever noticed something was wrong?I had little to no social contact with people outside my family because in my mind they were intruders. Forcing themselves on to me with their judging eyes and lofty stares. I retreated to the confinement and separation of my room. Misery was better than my own imagination of what was to come if I were exposed. I was never happy. I never smiled. Laughing was such a foreign thing to me and something to be stored in my memory forever so that I would not forget that feeling.
By sturmzie on 08.05.2013
I sat in silent meditation near the end of the day. I tried to ignore the tightness of my stomach, cramps that served as a desperate cry from a body that thought itself if peril. Fuck, I thought. Ramadan blows.
By Charles Christopher on 08.05.2013
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