*°•You can call me Milly•°*

reader that isn’t a bimbo? Reader that is put together and likes dressing up? Reader that’s older than 18-20? Reader that’s not white-coded??? Reader who doesn’t have daddy issues? Reader who does have daddy issues in a “man hater” way? Reader who’s taller than 4’11-5’0?? Reader who’s quiet and reserved and not in a robotic way or stuttering way? Reader who’s Tina Belcher coded? Reader who gives off the vibe of a creepy barn owl but somehow it’s endearing? Reader who’s charismatic and charming? Reader who’s-

You never want to take your lover's presence for granted —not touching in the morning or skipping out on a kiss before leaving home. These small acts, often dismissed, are deeply sacred. Personally I don’t see them just as affection. They are resistance. Because when we stop touching, when we stop looking at each other, really seeing the other, we slowly begin to match the frequency of a world that thrives on coldness—keeping people looking down at phones and being under-touched, under-loved, and under-aroused by life, being fully alive. The smallest gestures matter. Without them, we begin to align with a system designed to keep us under-fed in real intimacy—running cold and stagnant internally. This system of disconnection, stagnation, and exhaustion we live in wants more and more people lacking in arousal, libido, and intimacy, these very low "cold" scarcity, war-like frequencies that are completely unhealthy to female physiology, all human physiology. This ‘coldness’ breeds low arousal, low desire, and low connection. It manufactures disconnection between bodies—between lovers, between the self and the innocence of sensuality and the erotic in everyday life. It prizes productivity over presence and efficiency over emotion. It keeps women ‘cold’ because cold women are bored, complacent and easier to control. They consume more. They buy more. They comply more. They follow the leader more. They dream less and see their natural beauty even lesser. They close up and dry out. That’s because female physiology doesn’t thrive in cold. It stiffens. It closes. It forgets its own loveliness. If we want to end the war out there, we have to end the war within our own bodies, within our own homes, within our own eros. Becoming warmer, curating greater warmth all around. —India Ame’ye

You never want to take your lover's presence for granted —not touching in the morning or skipping out on a kiss before leaving home. These small acts, often dismissed, are deeply sacred. Personally I don’t see them just as affection. They are resistance. Because when we stop touching, when we stop looking at each other, really seeing the other, we slowly begin to match the frequency of a world that thrives on coldness—keeping people looking down at phones and being under-touched, under-loved, and under-aroused by life, being fully alive. The smallest gestures matter. Without them, we begin to align with a system designed to keep us under-fed in real intimacy—running cold and stagnant internally. This system of disconnection, stagnation, and exhaustion we live in wants more and more people lacking in arousal, libido, and intimacy, these very low "cold" scarcity, war-like frequencies that are completely unhealthy to female physiology, all human physiology. This ‘coldness’ breeds low arousal, low desire, and low connection. It manufactures disconnection between bodies—between lovers, between the self and the innocence of sensuality and the erotic in everyday life. It prizes productivity over presence and efficiency over emotion. It keeps women ‘cold’ because cold women are bored, complacent and easier to control. They consume more. They buy more. They comply more. They follow the leader more. They dream less and see their natural beauty even lesser. They close up and dry out. That’s because female physiology doesn’t thrive in cold. It stiffens. It closes. It forgets its own loveliness. If we want to end the war out there, we have to end the war within our own bodies, within our own homes, within our own eros. Becoming warmer, curating greater warmth all around. —India Ame’ye

I adore Winter

“Be unapologetically full of love. Be unapologetically full of the cosmos. Be unapologetically full of orgasm. And witness how every cell begins to vibrate enough passion for an eternity.”

“Someone somewhere is searching for you in every person they meet.”