John Akehurst

Nothing comes to you,

it comes from you.

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)

room (2008) ph. carrie yury

mariacarla boscono - the celebration issue, vogue italia december 2017, by mert & marcus

Liana vines by garden_and_cosmos

“Slow is often overlooked in rushed culture. Its’ oracle is not acknowledged, properly understood, or respected. The slow breath. A slow first kiss. Slowly disrobing in front of a lover. Slow lovemaking. Slow to get up out of a warm bed. Slow stretching. Slow yoga. Slow bathing. Slow and steady. Slowly walking through an airport to catch a flight. Slow decision-making. Slow crockpot cooking. Slow eating. Slow creativity. The pause before we speak. When we give ourselves (our cells) permission to slow down, our whole system is met in a magical place where regeneration and rejuvenation naturally begin to occur without any effort from us.”

— India Ame’ye, Author, Energy of Gods 

The older I get, the more I appreciate slowness. Slow mornings, slow burn dating, slow days, slow music, slow conversations.

I could really use becoming a vampire right about now. it’s so romantic, so horrifying, so gruesome. gimme it