wallflower

I stretch myself in dim lit rooms,

Ribs rippling my torso,
Hips circling circling circling.
If I could shimmy my way
Into a fortunate life
I would have done it already.

Chest lifted-

Dropped.
A belly roll.
My hips fly underneath me.
The ground vibrates up my body.
I flutter my shoulders,
Shaking off the day: the great burden.
I don’t feel you staring. 

 Belly shimmering with sweat,

Head tossed

Hair flying
I am released.

I shake and shake
My breath is part of the music
My heart and the drum
Beat as one

The rhythm moves me like a lovers touch

I do not feel you staring.

livituppp:

Also: All of us.

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visionaryrebelchild:

heavenfirefly:

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”

The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

“Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I’d rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn’t enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: “How amazing am I ?! “

While I don’t believe in putting women down for being skinny, I also don’t believe in putting women down if they are not. I truly wish someday society would stop making a woman’s worth of love and beauty based on their clothing size :(

I can not dissagree with this in the least.

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canadiansliveinigloos:

© J.W. Debenham

Vivien Leigh as Titania in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Old Vic Theatre, 1937  

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helena-love:

I want a love like theirs :)

that is the cutest outfit! i love helena <3

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ageofreason:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous & known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — & ask me if Carl changed at the end & converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage & never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief & precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive & we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous & so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space & the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much more meaningful… 

The way he treated me & the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other & our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.“

- Ann Druyan, talking about her husband, Carl Sagan

 this made me cry, her words are beautiful.

*sniff* *sniff*

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caughtinbetweenn:

I can’t. this is just so amazing. It takes so much practice to do this sorta stuff. so amazinggg

i think rachel brice is part snake. her control is exquisite.

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