My body needs it—the hot baths, the care, the soft water, the perfume, the warmth. I take on the colors of the flowers, the bloom, the delicacy. It becomes me.
Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diaries of Anaïs Nin 1939-1947
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Blooms in the Woods | Lost in Time by BlueRidgeKitties
Photo via “Voyeurism: You Are Being Watched Too.” Edited by 角谷徳雄, 1982.
Scanned by me.
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)
桜乱舞
I would rather be whole than good
- Carl Jung
Couple vu d’en haut - A. et L.
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