forgive the kids

[felinevictory]

fear

fear is my mistress she drives me to the deepest depths i've ever been down there the pressure is so great not even i could save myself but fear holds my hand, dancing swiftly through this dark soirée there is no better companion than one who rises and sets with you every day fear, my love, please don't ever leave

[felinevictory]

driftwood

you came inside of me and there, you found water sweet roses drifted down the river twirling around your bathing body you came inside of me and saw washed out images of sleepless nights and loveless years but the angels kissed it away, carried you you came inside of me and drank, and saw your reflection the sirens smiled and swallowed you whole dive deeper, the map home is near

[felinevictory]

drink

golden cactus blooms slither between a divided earth a vitality that fills me, thoughts of summer breeze and desert sunsets an explosion of saffron petals ironically dotting this barren land but bringing with it beauty, importance Milk and Honey to starving lips your Milk is the sweetest I have tasted and just when I felt myself slipping through the clay that held me I drink you like a golden bloom in barren land so is your Milk to a wearied body but the breeze cools me and your Milk fills me overcome so that spills out on my thighs you kiss softly, rose petals falling the earth fills its cracks with our wetness and as the sun sleeps, our bodies are nourished golden Honey in a field of wildflowers

[ofallingstar]

Bright Star (2009)

[jameszanoni]

test_0576

[felinevictory]

💀

I lay on top of this mountain, cruel crickets warn of insomnia. but the mind remains awakened, thoughts of beauty unkempt. I follow the croak of the frog, and find solace in the whirring of automobiles. as the sun breaks through the crest, the crickets quiet; another night gone. the loneliest times are had when the crickets' song spells "failure". what a fool who cannot find rest... my mind is resting with you.

[neekineeks]

(Fat Possum)

[felinevictory]

shapes

[felinevictory]

december

december: I am moving closer towards self love and positivity. in the process, I continue to be astounded by the experiences that can be had by a mass of cells. so I am learning to love myself, and at the same time deepening my love for the incredible beauty that is within biological beings. is this feeling just my cells fancying ideas that are cyclical, or is there something greater, something more?

[felinevictory]

-

a woman is dying out east and you keep driving your stake west as you do… sweet sucker of life.

[felinevictory]

appendix

she loved the feeling of something warm, life! gracing her neck full of stars but the stars have been dead for a million years;

to have her neck touched by you, who, in your perfect matter of gray and white scales, seem to believe you know the way she bends water.

a mouth full of grass an appendix given purpose tasting the raw meat you have devoured.

not quite tangible she comes to you to have you touch her neck to bless it with her not-quite-tangible humors

it is a humorous bath she hath buried herself in and not-quite-tangible, she escapes from your bloodied jowls.

mother! he has given me frankincense and myrrh. oh, it is beautiful! it is holy. oh, mother.

why have you uglied yourself with valleys of contortion? daughter! (horror)

a cardinal is hanging from your neck.

and not-yet-tangible she slips away back to the ocean where the salt will grace her neck

until the flesh is consumed by things smaller than you or maybe she would look to be alive like the stars

and so, the next time you consume electrolytes remember this salt, and the way it washed my cardinal wound;

until i became a part of the crystal lattice and you would swim

drowning

y o u r s

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to find that lovely promise that was not-yet-not-quite tangible.

[felinevictory]

compassion

When painting for yourself a picture of someone be careful to make sure that you have seen the full spectrum to the best of your ability. For those you see as ugly or unkind may truly be the most compassionate people. Exploring others in love and not in hate is one of the most powerful things humans can do to create peace. Love always wins, obvi. xx

[stephanieparsley]

Claire

Full blog post: http://stephanieparsleyphoto.com/2015/07/claire-film-polaroid/

[calmingmanatee]

[felinevictory]

7/17 12:10

Holding to be true the stigma that the mentally ill are violent is in itself an act of violence

[felinevictory]

7

seven is full of luck finding a cent heads up seven is a night i died im alive but then im not

the years ahead and behind start to swallow my body a jaw i will never escape here’s to seven more!

[felinevictory]

the weight of breaking gender norms

Appearance. As children we were taught to not “judge a book by its cover”. And yet in our adult forms we find that appearance is the first and sometimes final impression that we have of a person. Prior to February 2015 I would say that my appearance was a sort of safety blanket. I had always had long hair, save a horrible haircut I got when I was in fifth grade (oh the horror of bullies!). It was easy for me to wear my blonde hair long because it fit what society expected of me in order to have the chance of being considered a beautiful woman… Or even a woman at all. Safety is nice if you’re into passivity. I am not passive. And possibly it is a stretch to say that straight blonde hair conveys passivity. Bear with me though: ever since I saw “Girl, Interrupted” I’ve wanted to cut my hair like Winona Ryder. I think she is the most beautiful woman (besides Annie Clark) and so since 14 I’ve dreamed of a pixie cut. But society (** my mother especially **) wants to oppose the idea that woman can rock short hair and be both feminine and beautiful. And thus for me cutting my hair was a way to break free of this passivity, of this notion that I, Victoria Diane Marie, am only beautiful if my hair falls below my shoulders. I traveled to Fiji earlier this year on a medical mission and that was the final push to cut my hair. I learned so much about who I am in that week and realized that I am beautiful for my love for the earth, for animals and for sharing with others. My long hair would stick to my neck from the humidity. This discomfort was nature’s way of showing me that I am being held back by the things that gender norms tell me I need to be. And since I had never dyed my hair it was the perfect opportunity to donate to a woman who had lost her hair to chemotherapy. I cut 11 inches of my hair and feel more beautiful than ever. It is what I have wanted for so long but have been fearful of doing because of a fear of rejection. I won’t lie. It is challenging at times because I have been told that I am no longer cute and have had my sexuality questioned again and again. But I’ve also had people comment that I have beautiful eyes and a nice facial bone structure… Compliments I rarely received when my long hair hid my features. I gave my hair to be made into a wig so some woman out there can feel beautiful again. I took my hair so that I may feel beautiful for the first time. My realization is this: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There are so many ways that a woman, that people in general, can be beautiful. Long hair, short hair, no hair. Whatever you do, make sure you do it to make YOU feel beautiful. Don’t be afraid to let your appearance reflect your inner, because I promise at the end of the day the beauty you feel from “stepping into yourself” will be reflected outward. This light draws beautiful people into your life and allows you to love yourself and others so much more. The weight of breaking gender norms feels heavy until you free yourself. And only then can you become truly weightless. xx