1. asylum-art:

    At Joshua Liner Gallery, New Works from Tiffany Bozic.

    Artist on Tumblr

    For this work, Bozic remembers a trip to Mount Lassen, California, with her husband. Recalling the experience—even though several years had passed—Bozic finally sat down to create this painting, remembering her imagination of “deep sea organisms slowly drifting up into the sky from the black current of the water.” She also notes, “I suppose the image stuck with me because it could be a metaphor for a lot of my different emotions… some light and warm, some deep and cold.” The contrasting tones and shades lend themselves to this mood, with negative dark space and dark trees emerging from the solid white snow forms. The ethereal sea shapes preside over the scene.

    In an attempt to relay her consciousness’ perspective, this body of work is a rich account of Tiffany Bozic’s incredible encounters with nature. Bozic describes the source of her inspiration as a “complex and inexplicable world.” However, with Qualia, Bozic’s world is within reach and beautifully discrete.

    Reblogged from: mentalalchemy
  2. cosmicconnections:

    thesassypolitician:

    This made my week.

    !!!!!!!!

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  3. timid:

late night thoughts

    timid:

    late night thoughts

    Reblogged from: lostbutyoucanfollow
  4. jlennontoo:

Together we stand
Devided we fall .

Hey you
Pink floyd - the wall

    jlennontoo:

    Together we stand
    Devided we fall .

    Hey you
    Pink floyd - the wall

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  5. Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
    Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
    Emery Allen (via uglypnis)
    Reblogged from: transcendentalbrilliance
  6. Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
    Khalil Gibran (via jamesfrancoast)
    Reblogged from: transcendentalbrilliance
  7. It starts with your breath on my neck.
    No words need spoken.
    Your sharp exhale, hot and heavy on my skin, tells a story.
    Next, a pure touch.
    The tips of your fingers graze my collarbone.
    A trail of chills run south,
    directing you to your final destination; your paradise.
    Your lips drag down my body, following the route of mapped out nerves, flawlessly.
    I know you’ve made it when I feel you lick the inside of my thigh and look up hungrily into my eyes.
    You’re ready to devour me.
    And you do. Repeatedly.
    My psyche goes berserk; images revolve like a 35 mm film.
    But your quest is not finished, as you creep back up shortly after.
    I surrender to you.
    My unreserved hands find their home upon your back.
    Anticipation. Preparation.
    Your lips upon mine, I taste the sweet remnants of myself on your tongue;
    I savor the flavor of us as one, at the exact moment our bodies become one.
    I quiver at your presence — beneath your presence.
    Sweet moans surface.
    My fire is fed.
    Eventually, gravity takes over — the magnetic pull of our bodies demands it — and you collapse on-top of me,
    yet the movement of your hips refuse to exhaust.
    As you groan into my ear, pleas of romance and lust, passion runs free.
    A flickering cadence, my back curves.
    Over the brink, I go.
    Feeling my grip pulsing around you sends you into ecstasy.
    My lips secure yours as the sensation reverberates throughout our entire being;
    a pleasure imprinted as deep as the stardust and carbon our very atoms are comprised of.
    Every moment, a revolutionary one.
    I fucking love you (I love fucking you). (via transcendentalbrilliance)
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  8. tantragoddessuma:

She :: The Sexually Empowered Woman 
 She is sensual, grounded and connected to her own source of power. She walks with the confidence and grace of a sexually sovereign woman, connected to the well of Divine. She does not look for a man to complete her, she is whole woman, she is already complete.

 She is opening to a new way of loving him, her lover, her man, because now she loves herself. She is free because she remembers he is not her source of love, she knows the Divine is her source.
 She is shame less, she loves her body as it is, her voluptuous curves, her full breasts. She cherishes her soft belly and womb as a source of her Shakti, healing fire. Her body is her temple a vessel for divine, she nurtures and oils her body and moves her body into ecstasy daily. She is a womb – centered woman and lives guided by her instinctual knowing.
 She is a deeply feeling woman, she remembers her vulnerability is her strength and her love is her power.
 She has made friends with her wounded self, as she embraces her shadow as well as her light. When he triggers her wounds she does not blame him or look to him to save or fix her – she remembers and prays to the Divine Mother to help her feel and hold her while she feels through her pain. When she feels she does it with the courage of a lioness, and feels for herself and the good of her whole family line.
 He has claimed her and she has surrendered her heart and body open to him yet she will not be owned or possessed and knows she does not own or possess him. She is learning to love in ways that he feels free. When she embraces him her palms are open and her arms are like wings, she no longer falls in love, she fly’s, she rises in love.
 When they make love, she calls the Divine into their union, and she embraces him as her beloved. She embodies her divine feline, and lets her wild Shakti come alive, with raw passion and presence she meets her man in his primal edge. She knows how to harness their fire with her breath and she surrenders into her heart where she embraces all expressions of the sexual fire and becomes one with him and one with all.
 When they make love after a time, there hearts and bodies melt, the tightness in the solar plexus softens and they let go into the sea of ecstatic orgasmic bliss. There is no more separation, no more she and no more he, their bodies a vessel for the sacred trinity, He, She and God makes three.
 The past is dissolved in the sea of love…
 She loves him, she trusts him, she forgives him. He loves her, he trusts her, he forgives her.
 They love life, they trust life…
 Allowing the new paradigm of sacred sexuality to be birthed through me, life is a mystery, I trust life.
 ~Leyolah Antara

    tantragoddessuma:

    She :: The Sexually Empowered Woman

    She is sensual, grounded and connected to her own source of power. She walks with the confidence and grace of a sexually sovereign woman, connected to the well of Divine. She does not look for a man to complete her, she is whole woman, she is already complete.

    She is opening to a new way of loving him, her lover, her man, because now she loves herself. She is free because she remembers he is not her source of love, she knows the Divine is her source.

    She is shame less, she loves her body as it is, her voluptuous curves, her full breasts. She cherishes her soft belly and womb as a source of her Shakti, healing fire. Her body is her temple a vessel for divine, she nurtures and oils her body and moves her body into ecstasy daily. She is a womb – centered woman and lives guided by her instinctual knowing.

    She is a deeply feeling woman, she remembers her vulnerability is her strength and her love is her power.

    She has made friends with her wounded self, as she embraces her shadow as well as her light. When he triggers her wounds she does not blame him or look to him to save or fix her – she remembers and prays to the Divine Mother to help her feel and hold her while she feels through her pain. When she feels she does it with the courage of a lioness, and feels for herself and the good of her whole family line.

    He has claimed her and she has surrendered her heart and body open to him yet she will not be owned or possessed and knows she does not own or possess him. She is learning to love in ways that he feels free. When she embraces him her palms are open and her arms are like wings, she no longer falls in love, she fly’s, she rises in love.

    When they make love, she calls the Divine into their union, and she embraces him as her beloved. She embodies her divine feline, and lets her wild Shakti come alive, with raw passion and presence she meets her man in his primal edge. She knows how to harness their fire with her breath and she surrenders into her heart where she embraces all expressions of the sexual fire and becomes one with him and one with all.

    When they make love after a time, there hearts and bodies melt, the tightness in the solar plexus softens and they let go into the sea of ecstatic orgasmic bliss. There is no more separation, no more she and no more he, their bodies a vessel for the sacred trinity, He, She and God makes three.

    The past is dissolved in the sea of love…

    She loves him, she trusts him, she forgives him. He loves her, he trusts her, he forgives her.

    They love life, they trust life…

    Allowing the new paradigm of sacred sexuality to be birthed through me, life is a mystery, I trust life.

    ~Leyolah Antara

    Reblogged from: tantragoddessuma
  9. tantragoddessuma:

When we make love, I want both of us gone in love. I want love to magnify beyond the sharing of two friends. I want our sexing to be an utter disappearance in the fullness of love, beyond the satisfaction of two people rubbing bodies and sharing emotions. To invite this joyous gasp of vanishment, she offers me her openness. She opens so wide that I am drawn beyond my shallow effort and desire. Then, she and I are vanished in the bright chasm of love. ~David Deida | Art by Peter Engelhardt

    tantragoddessuma:

    When we make love, I want both of us gone in love. I want love to magnify beyond the sharing of two friends. I want our sexing to be an utter disappearance in the fullness of love, beyond the satisfaction of two people rubbing bodies and sharing emotions. To invite this joyous gasp of vanishment, she offers me her openness. She opens so wide that I am drawn beyond my shallow effort and desire. Then, she and I are vanished in the bright chasm of love.
    ~David Deida | Art by Peter Engelhardt

    Reblogged from: sacredpleasure
  10. I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

    Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

    Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

    And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

    We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

    We never know when the bus is coming.

    Reblogged from: lostbutyoucanfollow
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