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mymymylikejohnnygill

Darkness descends. We bathe. A road map of one man's evolution. This blog is an exploration of my own personal tastes. Like, all the things I'm attracted to in women and feminity. This includes nudity, various body parts, attitudes, looks (the eyes have it, always) the superficial and the intangible. Also the eye of the photographer. Sometimes the composition of the shot alone does it. In doing this I hope to become more aware of the depth and breadth of my own desires and what really moves me, as opposed to what is 'supposed to'. Coming alive to the beauty within myself. Join me, or not. Enjoy... *I do not own any of the pics posted.
samsonblackaveli:

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Thank you

mymymylikejohnnygill:

Mission accomplished.

20/12/13

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)

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Janine Rubenstein.

18° 15’ N, 77° 30’ W

The word “art” is something the West has never understood. Art is supposed to be a part of a community. Like, scholars are supposed to be a part of a community… Art is to decorate people’s houses, their skin, their clothes, to make them expand their minds, and it’s supposed to be right in the community, where they can have it when they want it… It’s supposed to be as essential as a grocery store… that’s the only way art can function naturally. — Amiri Baraka  (via westindians)

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If a problem is fixable, if a situation is such that you can do something about it, then there is no need to worry. If it’s not fixable, then there is no help in worrying. There is no benefit in worrying whatsoever. — Dalai Lama (via occult101)


Pretty Little Things
Filthy Chic

When we’re speeding along, we violate our own natural rhythms in a way that prevents us from listening to our inner life and being in a resonant field with others. We get tight. We get small. We override our capacity to appreciate beauty, to celebrate, to serve from the heart. — Tara Brach (via panchakshara)

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