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i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god

"Intimacy is knowing about the almond milk"

Alfred Eisenstaedt

Premiere at La Scala, Milan, 1934

Stroboscopic photographs of the New York City Ballet’s production of Jewels, 1967. Photographed by Gjon Mili.

sometimes, when the light by Lisel Mueller

Ph. Елена Татульян

Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels— misery by stephen king.

So many people believe they desire a wild woman as a lover then when they capture her, they try to tame her wild. So many think they want a magical woman as a lover, one who is emotionally intelligent, in tune with nature, talks to animals and trees, discerns energy, makes medicine by hand, can incinerate hurt, war, illness, and other entities from hearts, integrates her shadows, cooks nutrient-dense food, downloads solutions, and fucks them into a regenerative heaven on earth. Until they get one, then they try to drown her into some elusive moral expectation that drains her natural beauty. So many think they want a passionate woman who is curious, playful, and whimsical and will provide levity, ease, and adventure, until they get one and try to make her more agreeable, ordinary, and boring. Being true to who you are is medicine in an underwhelmed, domesticated, underfucked, bored world. -India Ame'ye, Author (Written in 2014)

deep lovers just need deeper love.

i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.

Anastasiia Kyryliuk Die vermessung der welt

“I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.”

— Why I adore the night, by Jeanette Winterson

“Allow shame to find no home in your posture, in your dances, in your aura, in your lovemaking, in your lovemaking sounds, in your dreaming spaces, in your every single desire.”

— India Ame’ye, Author

George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, from The Collected Poems 1924-1955; “In the Kyrenia District”

[Text ID: “I prefer it by moonlight.”]

More beautiful tiles, every single one of these please

warm water/cold rain

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”

- Khalil Gibran

adark.lana

This is a lesbian sex party invitation from 1970s San Francisco. I love that it has coffee stains on it, like it was left out on a table for a while.

“Her ancient gestures, her perfume, the infinite intimacy of her rage,”

— Christina Peri-Rossi, tr. by Carol Thickstunt, from “The Bacchante,”  (via flaubertian)

prayers by the ganga: vibha mehta for sunira designs, ph. dolly devi, styled by spardha malik

“I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”

— Anais Nin - from a diary entry dated March 25, 1933 featured in The Diary of Anais Nin: Volume 1.1931-1934: