[camkysserdig]

[ametoraeye]

[sioltach]

YOU DID NOT COME INTO THIS WORLD. YOU CAME OUT OF IT, LIKE A WAVE FROM THE OCEAN. YOU ARE NOT A STRANGER HERE

[pige-hjerte]

Dagen er som glat, udspændt skind på en frugt, som tænderne ved en lille katastrofe bryder så saften flyder. Jeg frygter den forbandede søndag der gør mig flydende.

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

[one1tap]

[theoptia]

Hélène Cixous, from The Laugh of the Medusa

Text ID: Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies ... Writing is for you, you are for you; your body is yours, take it.

[sentimentalbeing2001]

Just read this essay and …

[8gnorant]

Bossa/spiritual jazz/gospel soul mix at the crib

[excisions]

[realchloesevigny1]

Pink groceries

[angelsdaughterr]

[bittersweets777]

[artemisiasea]

I think the creation of beauty actually has a lot to do with care and integrity. The most beautiful people I know move with a depth of care for themselves, others, and the earth that naturally exudes from them. When you care about your craft and your life it’s never not felt. Beauty in my eyes is a harmonious, sacred intelligence.

[lamignonette]

Were Bros Auckland

[endless-unfolding]

Everything comes to an end but what I’m writing to you goes on. Which is good, very good. The best is not yet written. The best is between the lines.

—Clarice Lispector, from Água Viva, translated by Stefan Tobler

[imwearingasecondskin]

Hana

[rozieramati]

[felicitypdf]