• for only gossamer, my gown; my tippet – only tulle
• velvety velour
• words in a poem
• the texture of the shroud

• Can we really love nature or what is it: predatory?
• I've seen your true face the back of your head, if you were walking away keep walking.
• Surrender is my truest gift. Maybe it’s everyone’s truest gift. All I know is that I seem to learn, over and over, that I have next to nothing without surrender. The beauty of surrender, though, is that, contrary to your prejudices against it, it isn’t stagnant and sad. It doesn’t keep you small or hurt. It propels you forward, into a world of connection and feeling that not only generates more love and inspiration and hope, but also gives you inspired, clear, focused, generous energy that you can share with anyone.
• TV on blast, turn it down, turn it down/ don't want it to clash/With my body screaming out (No, oh-oh)/ I know you hearin' ...

• that's okay- mv
• that's okay- lyrics
• cactus care
• my heart by corinna luyken
• my blue hen by ann gray
• cactus care 2
• sleeping in the forest by mary oliver
• (what animal is your heart tweets by Kat...)

• give me all your tenderness just for tonight

-nayyirah waheed

• “Wilde ones, let us forgive the bitter pill delivered with each finger shoved down. Forgive tasting Judas. Forgive nothing. Here is the bed, dark like a true beginning. We all enter the body alone and only once. We do not get to stay.” — “Prayer in Hell’s Kitchen” by Alex Dimitrov
• “You came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me. Then you kissed me—I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end— I drew the gown over my head; a red flush covered my face and shoulders. It will run its course, the course of fire, setting ...