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'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'

'The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.

The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.

You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’

—(via buddhabrot)

(Source: typewriterdaily, via buddhabrot)

biscodeja-vu:

I basically came off my dry tumblr spell to share this beautiful picture with you all today. It is easy to wear our labels, our past failures, to feel a victim to the obstacles of life which drain on our precious energy-but know that is not you, but garments of conditioning. Strip free, pour into yourself love and let it rest on your tongue when you share whatever sweeps through your mind. Clean yourself of judgement. In physical and spiritual form you are an eternal gift, an ancient gathering of exotic elements that is blessed with consciousness, and therefore blessed to tell, dance, transform each moment into a story. The universe is as wise as these myths which we leak into the soil, peaks and vast skies. Be well friends, and do not let any unconscious illusions steal you of your grace.
Desert Spirits by Spencer Tunick

biscodeja-vu:

I basically came off my dry tumblr spell to share this beautiful picture with you all today. It is easy to wear our labels, our past failures, to feel a victim to the obstacles of life which drain on our precious energy-but know that is not you, but garments of conditioning. Strip free, pour into yourself love and let it rest on your tongue when you share whatever sweeps through your mind. Clean yourself of judgement. In physical and spiritual form you are an eternal gift, an ancient gathering of exotic elements that is blessed with consciousness, and therefore blessed to tell, dance, transform each moment into a story. The universe is as wise as these myths which we leak into the soil, peaks and vast skies. Be well friends, and do not let any unconscious illusions steal you of your grace.

Desert Spirits by Spencer Tunick

(via child-of-the-universe)

asylum-art:

Spectacular colour  into this arid Utah desert by Guy Tal

"Every few years, for a few fleeting days, when conditions are just right, these otherwise arid lands burst into color with carpets of Scorpionweed and Beeplant." - Utah’s badlands"

The Badlands region in the American West is famous (or infamous) for its arid and unforgiving landscape, which is decorated by sharp and eroded spires of stone. If you catch it at just the right moment and in the right conditions, however, these apparent wastelands can give birth to an extraordinary explosion of color and life in the form of beautiful wildflowers.

(via sunshinesoul8)