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taking pictures almost nude makes me feel so euphoric. like, i love living in my own skin. it’s sexy. the sheer physicality of it. I’m my own voyeur. My own visual director. Looking through my lens. Self-expression doesn’t have to be super defined
Black Passion International Hair Magazine. Volume 26. 2001.
my goodness, there’s something so divine about a woman’s form. The way curves melt into each other the softness and strength all at once. It’s like the body itself is a language of seduction and power, without even trying. And the way society tries to shame women out of owning that… out of showing their bodies, out of seeing themselves as art, it is maddening! Because what’s more self-respecting than celebrating what you are? What’s more sacred than standing in your own skin and saying look, I am a masterpiece?
Women should be photographed like they’re myths, like they’re saints and sirens, like their skin tells stories. Adorn them. Frame them in light. Let their nudity be seen not as exposure, but as elevation. I love us so much
yum yum (having the worst headache right now 😔 can’t eat in peace)
growing up is such a bittersweet experience
salmon fried rice 🍚🍣
Fortunately, I’m going to be kind hearted and sexy forever
i like to close my eyes when i make bad financial decisions
Ivar Wigan
Working as a researcher has made growing older an even scarier concept to me.
The idea of aging became more tangible when I constantly started engaging with knowledge, observing changes, and understanding the fragility of things on a deeper level. It’s not just about the number of years but what those years do to you, your body, your senses, your ability to create and experience fully.
The thought of limitations creeping in is so terrifying.
Take up space . At work. In your relationships. On the train. Don’t make yourself small for anyone.
raveena_aurora on ig
In the past year I have been really learning what it means to live with constant forgiveness towards myself. It is so easy to carry resentment and shame that I lose understanding and touch towards my true character. I am creating space for a version of me who can make mistakes, yet be loved unconditionally. Self love is not based on performance, but genuine curiosity and understanding of self.
from The Fran Lebowitz Reader
I was an angel once,
my hands cupped like a prayer,
my mouth filled with soft words and sweeter things.
But oh, how the hunger came,
How it chewed through my ribs, gnawed at my spine until I was empty enough to feel it all.
Your absence has left me starving, skin tight over bones, craving the marrow of you.
I searched for you in dreams, in corners of rooms that smell like your ghost,
and the hunger only deepened, curling like smoke in my throat.
(going to start adding snippets of my poems to my posts :))