Tears are colorless―thank God!―
otherwise my pillow might betray my heart.
… men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves. The surveyor of woman in herself is male; the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object—and most particularly an object of vision: a sight.
John Berger, Ways of Seeing.
“nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished”
Men have no idea how good gentleness looks on them.
“…and I’m disgusted with dreams now — I want real things — live people to take hold of — to see — and to talk to — Music that makes holes in the sky —”— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Anita Pollitzer, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
(via abluemoment)
tbh my heart is real different than it was last year this time around