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I am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks I am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry I write, the things I am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.

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Swirls of Jupiter

∞

Yeah. Yep. Damn.

May you be deeply loved, well-rested, and genuinely at peace.

#yes #tank

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Anok Yai by Philip-Daniel Ducasse for Vanity Fair Magazine July 2026

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#reading is fundamental

#at your best (you are love)#aaliyah

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there is a level of seduction that exists beyond the body. something less tangible, and perhaps more potent. anais nin understood this idea about how desire does not begin with touch but with language, perception, and the sharp electric pull of a mind that challenges and excites you. in her journals, desire is not just a physical hunger but a hunger of the intellect, an unraveling of thought before an unraveling of the body. to be drawn into someone’s mind, to feel their thoughts press against your own, can be more intoxicating than any physical closeness.

—Caitlyn Richardson, 'can intellectual intimacy replace physical desire?', in milk fed

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#MorningThoughts

Dee leaned close enough that his voice barely had to travel, his words brushing against Lola’s ear like a secret meant only for her.

“Lola… you know what fascinates me about you? It isn’t your smile, though it could stop a room. It isn’t the way you walk, though I’d recognize your presence before I ever saw you.”

He paused, letting the silence settle between them.

“It’s your mind.”

“The way you think… the way you challenge me without even trying. Every conversation with you feels unfinished, not because it lacks something, but because it leaves me wanting one more thought, one more question, one more piece of you.”

His voice softened.

“I don’t crave your attention because you’re beautiful. I crave it because you’ve become the one voice that can interrupt my own thoughts. Long after we’ve stopped talking, you’re still there… changing the way I see things, making me replay every word, wondering what you’ll say next.”

A quiet smile touched his lips.

“I think that’s the rarest kind of desire, Lola. It’s easy to admire someone’s body. It’s unforgettable when someone captures your mind.”

He leaned in just a fraction closer.

“I don’t want to rush to know everything about you. The mystery is part of your beauty. Every layer you reveal makes me realize there’s another beneath it… and I find myself wanting to earn the privilege of discovering it.”

His voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“So if you ever catch me watching you, don’t assume I’m imagining touching you.”

“I’m probably wondering what thought is hiding behind those eyes… because I have a feeling that’s where the most irresistible part of you has always lived.”

#mmm