Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.

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dentellesetfroufrous:

Agate by Sans Complexe

katelouisepowell:

Here’s my latest drawing, "Natural Girl" - I’ve had this idea for a while and I’m happy to have finally drawn it. I just wanted to make the point that body hair is as natural as the hair on our heads, and although it’s okay to find body hair unattractive, it is NOT okay to shame or shun people, or respond publicly with “eww” just because somebody doesn’t shave. I have so many strong feelings about this! I feel angry that it’s such a big deal when women don’t shave and that women are called unattractive, disgusting, etc when they have hairy underarms just because most of western society has been conditioned to believe that women are gross unless they’re as hairless as a prepubescent child. I don’t think hairy people are superior to people who shave, because shaving makes a lot of people feel better about their appearance and feeling good about yourself is so important, I just think people of all genders should have the right to leave their bodies in their natural state without being embarrassed or called out by thoughtless, unkind people. IT’S JUST HAIR.
Drawn with agreement from original photo titled ‘Charlie Barker’ by Ben Hopper from his project “Natural Beauty”.

katelouisepowell:

Here’s my latest drawing, "Natural Girl" - I’ve had this idea for a while and I’m happy to have finally drawn it. I just wanted to make the point that body hair is as natural as the hair on our heads, and although it’s okay to find body hair unattractive, it is NOT okay to shame or shun people, or respond publicly with “eww” just because somebody doesn’t shave. I have so many strong feelings about this! I feel angry that it’s such a big deal when women don’t shave and that women are called unattractive, disgusting, etc when they have hairy underarms just because most of western society has been conditioned to believe that women are gross unless they’re as hairless as a prepubescent child. I don’t think hairy people are superior to people who shave, because shaving makes a lot of people feel better about their appearance and feeling good about yourself is so important, I just think people of all genders should have the right to leave their bodies in their natural state without being embarrassed or called out by thoughtless, unkind people. IT’S JUST HAIR.

Drawn with agreement from original photo titled ‘Charlie Barker’ by Ben Hopper from his project “Natural Beauty”.

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foxmouth:

Portraits, 2013 | by Silvia Grav

Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.

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My life summed up in memories, provoking thoughts and daydreams.