You become happier when you realize that no one belongs to you. Only you belong to you. Real love is not possessive; it’s appreciative, respectful of individuality, and reciprocal.
by kath__alina
Grietje Postma (b.1961) - Untitled. 2012. Woodcut.
hand on the divine your curves, like Italian marble body as a work of art
not just a woman but a goddess and i'm down on my knees
watermelon lingering on your tongue i lap it up in waves
-Cleo on Hello Poetry
(https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4437773/body-as-a-work-of-art/)
just finished assassin’s blade….
my heart is in pieces but okay….
We are surrounded by liquid that contains the dawn of time, older than the very sun that shines down upon us. How are you even asking me what I do for a side hustle right now. Look at the sea bitch. Look at our matriarch.
Food Art by Alai Ganuza
Cher by Douglas Kirkland, 1975
Andrea Gibson, You Better Be Lightning
one day I’ll be in a pool of sunlight so engrossed in a book I forget my phone exists and it will fix me