She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch, she’d rush away again.Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark (via creatingaquietmind)
Dolce & Gabbana Spring/Summer 2014, Hair Details.
Necesito esto en mi cabeza
That’s me… Y lo peor es que vivo en el trópico!!
Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one’s best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.Judith Butler, Undoing Gender (via fernsandmoss)
Porque siempre lo realmente bueno es complicado!!?
I look for you in everyone.Six Word Story #16 by absentions (via lohlac)
I interviewed a young anthropologist working with women in Mali, a country in Africa where women go around with bare breasts. They’re always feeding their babies. And when she told them that in our culture men are fascinated with breasts there was an instant of shock. The women burst out laughing. They laughed so hard, they fell on the floor.
They said, “You mean, men act like babies?”Carolyn Latteier, Breasts, the women’s perspective on an American obsession (via fuckyeahbreastfeedingscience)