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DIANE GUERRERO via Instagram
Gertrude Stein said love thrives through "the skillful audacity to share an inner life."
It suggests that expressing the truth about who you are isn't something that amateurs do well.
Disciplined practice and ingenuity are required.
It also implies that courage is an essential element of successful intimacy. You may have to be adventurous if you want to weave your life together with another's.
Jennifer's Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama
i dont get parasocial except when i do and even then it's for a good reason
Argentine Tango
Robert E. McGinnis Gator poster art (1976)
Your love [...] is extreme, mystic, holy.
NIZAR QABBANI — Arabian Love Poems, transl. by Bassam K. Frangieh & Clementina R. Brown, (1999)
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going to the strip clup with pip plup
Harry Holland - Lovers
the couple ever
Blair Atherholt - Approach, 2025 - Oil on panel
When Cleopatra welcomed Mark Antony to her bedroom, the floor was covered in a foot and a half of such petals. Did they use the floor, and make love in a swamp of soft, fragrant, shimmying petals? Or did they use the bed, as if they were on a raft floating in a scented ocean?
Cleopatra knew her guest. Few people have been as obsessed with roses as the ancient Romans. Roses were strewn at public ceremonies and banquets; rose water bubbled through the emperor’s fountains and the public baths surged with it; in the public amphitheaters, crowds sat under sun awnings steeped in rose perfume; rose petals were used as pillow stuffings; people wore garlands of roses in their hair; they ate rose pudding; their medicines, love potions, and aphrodisiacs all contained roses. No bacchanalia, the Romans’ official orgy, was complete without an excess of roses. They created a holiday, Rosalia, to formally consummate their passion for the flower. At one banquet, Nero had silver pipes installed under each plate, so that guests could be spritzed with scent between courses. They could admire a ceiling painted to resemble the celestial heavens, which would open up and shower them in a continuous rain of perfume and flowers. At another, he spent the equivalent of $160,000 just on roses—and one of his guests smothered to death under a shower of rose petals.
— Diane Ackerman, ‘Smell: Roses’ A Natural History of the Senses