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Makpal Abdrazakova
27-year-old berkutchi (she hunts with a trained eagle) from central Kazhakstan
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apparently some morticians are saying that lost cherry by tom ford smells like cadavers due to like. the chemicals they use that give off a scent similar to the notes of the perfume. i think that’s really interesting considering i’ve gotten the most compliments when i did wear lost cherry. confirmed: we are all attracted to death in one way or another. sickos..
just to add on to this: i’ve been near two corpses in my life (my father and uncle) during a private viewing, and they did smell strangely sweet. in Islam, we only wash the bodies with soap and water, so there wasn’t a cherry smell—it smelled more like when a flower starts to decay.
Because of you, each day is a melon slice smelling sweetly of earth. Because of you, all fruits reach out to me as if I were the sun. Thanks to you, I live on the honey of hope.
Nazim Hikmet, opening lines to “Because of You,” American Poetry Review (vol. 31, no. 1, January/Feburary 2002)
“When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears. Like that sky. It’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight… I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. I’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness - I can’t say it.”
— Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

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the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.
Xochimilco, Cuidad de México // Jorge Díaz Henry
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The Unknown Gay Bank Robbers
Starting in 1986 two men committed a string of 26 bank robberies, amassing over half a million dollars in stolen cash during their three-year spree. Their crime spree was one of violence intertwined with a tender romance.
The two men would walk into a bank at separate times, one a few minutes after the other, the second man would pull a gun and fire a single shot into the ceiling to attract the attention of all the tellers and customers. The first man would then take charge of the situation and order everyone down on the floor, keeping them all at gunpoint while the second went to the bank teller.
After they had got the cash they came for, they would share a quick but passionate kiss, pictured above, as what police and case experts believe was a final goodbye, just in case one was killed by the police during their getaway. They would always do this, with security cameras catching the intimate moment before the two ran, often hand in hand, from the building.
The lovers were never caught, it’s believed that the two of them either died in an unrelated crime or moved on to other things as the laws surrounding bank robberies changed and sentences became longer. If anyone has any information please contact the New Jersey police or your local police department.
five recipes for an exciting life (in my opinion)
spending enough time creating things with your hands (baking, drawing, scrapbooking, doodling, crocheting, journaling and so on)
keeping track of things like pretty skies, milestones, happy memories, appointments you're looking forward to
listening to music that genuinely makes you feel happy and energetic
making a habit of reaching out to people in a way that's comfortable to you (i send my dad songs he might like, my friend sends me monthly life updates)
being kind to all your five senses → like investing in a scented candle or essential oil dispenser or body mist, having a soft blanket or socks (or a soft animal to pet), listening to birdsong or the rain, looking at the sky more often, and having your favorite foods enough times

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Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (1986)
IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE 花樣年華 2000┃Wong Kar Wai
“Slow is often overlooked in rushed culture. Its’ oracle is not acknowledged, properly understood, or respected. The slow breath. A slow first kiss. Slowly disrobing in front of a lover. Slow lovemaking. Slow to get up out of a warm bed. Slow stretching. Slow yoga. Slow bathing. Slow and steady. Slowly walking through an airport to catch a flight. Slow decision-making. Slow crockpot cooking. Slow eating. Slow creativity. The pause before we speak. When we give ourselves (our cells) permission to slow down, our whole system is met in a magical place where regeneration and rejuvenation naturally begin to occur without any effort from us.”
— India Ame’ye, Author, Energy of Gods (via eatmangoesnekkid)
me: *headbangs to vivaldi’s winter*
Gertrud Kolmar, tr. by Henry A. Smith, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems of Gertrud Kolmar; "You"
[Text ID: “You. I want to melt you from the stars! / You. I want to lick you from the earth, / And bite you out of fruit, / You. I want so much— / Dear. Dearest. Can’t you give yourself to me?”]

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Louise Bourgeois- The Couple
The Exterminating Angel dir. Luis Buñuel