Orange is the color of insanity. Beauty is terror. We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us

My life always
Yellow is the colour of sunrays
I hide myself from no one

“I hope you don’t suppose those are “real” tears?
—Through the Looking-Glass

Eroticism is born at a time in civilization when sexual instinct becomes deanimalised and enriched with contributions from art and from literature. A world of theatricality emerges around the act of love.

Red velvet cake is my absolute favorite. It has to be an actual slice of cake, not a cupcake; there’s more surface area, so the icing ratio is higher.

Red velvet cake is my absolute favorite. It has to be an actual slice of cake, not a cupcake; there’s more surface area, so the icing ratio is higher.

Try to forget what objects you have before you – a tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, ‘Here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow,’ and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you your own impression of the scene before you.

Try to forget what objects you have before you – a tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, ‘Here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow,’ and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you your own impression of the scene before you.

I’m in love with what a high heel does to a leg: how it makes a woman or a man feel. It’s empowering. Billy Porter

No water, no life. No blue, no green.

“More than anything, it was the blue dolphins that took me back home.”
― Scott O’Dell, Island of the Blue Dolphins

Eroticism is born at a time in civilization when sexual instinct becomes deanimalised and enriched with contributions from art and from literature. A world of theatricality emerges around the act of love.

2020 MAR 3 BUMBLING B’S

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

The finest clothing made is a person’s own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this. Mark Twain

I don’t want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Ooh, I don’t want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself. Soren Kierkegaard

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style. ~Maya Angelou