Nothing comes to you,
it comes from you.
i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god
The older I get, the more I appreciate slowness. Slow mornings, slow burn dating, slow days, slow music, slow conversations.
“Her ancient gestures, her perfume, the infinite intimacy of her rage,”
— Christina Peri-Rossi, tr. by Carol Thickstunt, from “The Bacchante,” (via flaubertian)
Anthem, Leonard Cohen
stairs in an old cabin in cades cove