I’m so sick of sexy.
The Conscious Creatrix
Me, V: living, dying, creating and destroying
all to the tune of Trampled Under Foot (this song subject to change depending on the lunar cycle.)
all to the tune of Trampled Under Foot (this song subject to change depending on the lunar cycle.)
1panbye asked: What's your favorite animal?
You, you beast.
In the future is where they sought god. And in the future they never came. The future was always now and they never new, for in their minds they were trapped, unable to know that god was all around and in themselves but never could they see with minds that chatter aimlessly.
(I say god but I mean consciousness. They are the same thing.)
(I say god but I mean consciousness. They are the same thing.)
As an anatomical body painter, thought it could be kind of cool to paint just HOW each and everyone of us got here. Out of respect for the models, and to prevent anyone from stealing my work, the ‘actual’ genitals have been censored with my watermark….
to see more, visit Danny Quirk Artwork
To obtain some, click here.
(via scientificillustration)
(Source: iheartchaos, via wild-earth)
Surrender and Accept
In short, if the Great Love is naturally unifying, our individual, human experience of love is subject to change and loss, moods and tides, attachments and aversions. It doesn’t matter who or what we love; at some point, the object of our love will disappear from our life or disappoint us or stop being lovable, simply because change is the nature of existence. So individual love is always touched with suffering, even when the love we feel is “spiritual.”
An exerpt from: What is Love, By Sally Kempton
Published on Yoga Journal.com
With our roommates gone bills are going to be very tight but this gets to be our new room.
New sleep space makes me one happy camper!
