I must be a mermaid…I have no fear of depths, and a great fear of shallow living. -Anaïs Nin 🌊Made two mermaid bowls last week…always fun to play with ocean themed designs. I’m thinking I really want to make an ocean themed fairy house in the future. What do you think? Are there ocean fairies that live in the sea? #mermaid #anaisnin #mermaidparade #mermaidsarereal #mermaids #workinprogress #wip #potteryvideo #video #ocean #ofthesea
I want to love you wildly.
I don’t want words, but inarticulate
cries, meaningless, from the bottom
of my most primitive being, that flow
from my belly like honey.
A piercing joy, that leaves me empty,
please don’t paint me flawless
I am not a portrait
I am a graffiti mural
tagged on the side of an abandoned freight train
dazzling but unexpected
found in a place
most people never think to look
either you will search and marvel
at your discovery
pass by me without notice
continuing to believe that art
can only be found in museums
that are guarded
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken." — Anaïs Nin
Human beings do not grow in perfect symmetry. They oscillate, expand, contract, back track, arrest themselves, retrogress, mobilize, atrophy in part, proceed erratically according to experience and traumas. Some aspects of the personality mature, others do not. Some live in the past, some in the present. Some people are futuristic characters, some are cubistic, some are hard-edged, some geometric, some abstract, some impressionistic, some surrealistic! Some of their insights remain relative, and we can no longer think of a character as good or bad, but a combination of characteristics which vary according to relationship and the point in time. We know now that we are composites in reality, collages of our fathers and mothers, of what we read, of television influences and films, of friends and associates, and we know we often play roles quite removed from our genuine selves.
Cât de minunat este să-l poţi admira pe cel pe care-l iubeşti! În plină lumină a zilei, cu totală luciditate. Aşa cum priveşti soarele. Aşa că voi veni să te văd dimineaţa şi din felul în care te voi privi vei şti că te iubesc, că sunt tulburată de vocea ta, de ochii tăi, de zâmbetul tău strălucitor şi de sunetul paşilor tăi. Te voi vedea şi sunt fericită, înspăimântător de fericită, pentru că sunt aproape de tine.
He said it was because she was intelligent, and intelligent women mixed literature and poetry with love, which paralyzed him; and that she was positive, masculine, in some of her ways, and this intimidated him. She was so young at the time, she had readily accepted this and come to believe that slender, intellectual, positive women could not be desired.
I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Benedictine. Beautiful women and handsome men arouse fierce desires in me. I want to dance. I want drugs. I want to know perverse people, to be intimate with them. I never look at naive faces. I want to bite into life, and to be torn by it