The Concupiscent Concubine

"There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on..."

theladycheeky — Sun, 12 May 2013 18:33:57 -0400

“There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.”

- A Language Older Than Words, Derrick Jensen (via clutchtightly)

cindersk: The night hides my desiresThe stars are secret...

theladycheeky — Thu, 18 Apr 2013 01:41:26 -0400

cindersk:

The night hides my desires
The stars are secret keepers
To whom I whisper all my hopes
My wants, my needs, my dreams
They know whose name
I breathlessly whisper
When my imagination takes me
Skyward to meet with
The other half of my heart
The missing piece of my soul
Where I can place a kiss
Upon his lips
Where my hand finds shelter
In his hand
And where, as the moon shines on,
I smile and wish him,
Forever and always,
The happiest and brightest
Of sun-dappled days
Filled with smiles and love.

The night hides my desires
The stars are secret keepers
In them live forever
All my “What if“‘s
And “Hope to be“‘s
And wistful sighs.

"I would kiss you in the middle of a lightning storm. I would kiss you knowing it would kill me,..."

theladycheeky — Wed, 17 Apr 2013 23:58:53 -0400

“I would kiss you in the middle of a lightning storm. I would kiss you knowing it would kill me, cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.”

- Andrea Gibson, Wasabi (via briannadiane)

Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

theladycheeky — Tue, 16 Apr 2013 13:23:31 -0400

Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

"Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes just sitting..."

theladycheeky — Sun, 14 Apr 2013 12:30:10 -0400

“Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.”

- Anneli Rufus (via wordsthat-speak)

nevver: It felt as if one’s entire world was one, long Sunday...

theladycheeky — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 15:36:58 -0400

nevver:

It felt as if one’s entire world was one, long Sunday afternoon. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go.

"So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and..."

theladycheeky — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 15:33:53 -0400

“”So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon in the vague field of imagination….And there is no mad or idle fancy that they do not bring forth in the agitation.””

- Michel de Montaigne (via 9amatistas)

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theladycheeky — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 15:26:55 -0400

"At moments she seems non-human, because she is so unconscious of her acts, unfettered by human..."

theladycheeky — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 15:18:00 -0400

“At moments she seems non-human, because she is so unconscious of her acts, unfettered by human considerations or hesitations. She lives as if in a dream, in innumerable impulses and whims, plunging into relationships, destroying unintentionally in her fiery course. She is so busy just being, talking, walking, making love, drinking, that she can achieve nothing else. She refuses to contemplate the meaning of direction in her life. She lives within chaos. So she is just being. Nothing can control her. She is our fantasy let loose upon the world. She does what others do only in their dreams. Mindless, the life of our unconscious without control. There is a fantastic courage in this, to live without laws, without fetters, without thought of consequences. I look with awe on her impulsiveness, her recklessness; She enriches me more than tender devotions of others, the measured loves, the considerate cautiousness of others. I will love her back and enrich her as well.”

- Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin Volume I 1931-1934 (via violentwavesofemotion)

"The anus [is] this amazing thing that nobody appreciates. Here’s this ring of muscle with nerves..."

theladycheeky — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 20:58:59 -0400

“The anus [is] this amazing thing that nobody appreciates. Here’s this ring of muscle with nerves that has to discriminate between solid, liquid, and gas, and let it out accordingly. He’s like, “No engineer could design something as multifunctional and fine-tuned as an anus. To call someone an asshole is really bragging him up.” That was the moment I thought, “Oh yeah, this could be an interesting book.””

- Why “Asshole” Is High Praise and Other Anatomy Lessons With Mary Roach

Over some beers and grilled cheese, we talked to author Mary Roach about indelicate things such as rectal smuggling (three phones at a time!?!), fake poop, and chewing diets. Intrigued? Disgusted? Check out her new book, Gulp!
(via motherjones)

"To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth- I count that something of a..."

theladycheeky — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 15:56:45 -0400

“To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth- I count that something of a miracle.”

- Henry Miller (via rainydaysandblankets)

"Intelligence has always had a pornographic influence on me."

theladycheeky — Mon, 25 Mar 2013 13:07:31 -0400

“Intelligence has always had a pornographic influence on me.”

- Toni Morrison (via taraghmeni)

"Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open...."

theladycheeky — Mon, 25 Mar 2013 11:41:19 -0400

““Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’ When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.””

- ― Jim Morrison (via theladycheeky)

"I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was..."

theladycheeky — Sun, 24 Mar 2013 19:22:30 -0400

“I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don’t expect to be happy. I don’t imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don’t think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature - as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is live-giving. And when it burns out, the planet dies. My little orbit of life circles love. I dare not get any closer. I’m not a mystic seeking final communion. I don’t go out without SPF 15. I protect myself. But today, when the sun is everywhere, and everything solid is nothing but its own shadow, I know that the real things in life, the things I remember, the things I turn over in my hands, are not houses, bank accounts, prizes or promotions. What I remember is love - all love - love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in a café. Myself, even, which is the hardest thing of all to love, because love and selfishness are not the same thing. It is easy to be selfish. It is hard to love who I am. No wonder I am surprised if you do.”

- Jeanette Winterson; ”Lighthousekeeping” (via violentwavesofemotion)

"Something changes the moment you decide you’ve found a person you are ready to reveal parts of your..."

theladycheeky — Fri, 22 Mar 2013 21:28:30 -0400

“Something changes the moment you decide you’ve found a person you are ready to reveal parts of your soul to. Something stands out and makes the moment unique. A profound multidimensional clarity resembling a piece of carefully gathered stardust; As if you are whispering “finally” and your eyes fill with light and spontaneity. As if you do not care whether your heart will melt or crumble in the process because your brief courage undoes your tremendous fear of disbelief. You live for these moments; For you are, maybe for one second or more, sweetly forced to surrender yourself to unconditional intimacy. A moment of psychological reward smashing all self-imposed disciplines founded on terror. This is all you need.”

- Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via ethostheatre)

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theladycheeky — Fri, 22 Mar 2013 18:06:37 -0400

"Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or..."

theladycheeky — Wed, 13 Mar 2013 14:22:53 -0400

““Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel comfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “Hey babe! I like you okay. Do you wanna grab lunch? I think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love.””

- How To Tell If Someone Loves You (via perfect)

A great description.

(via gentledom)

"My main goal is to stay alive. To keep fooling myself into hanging around. To keep getting up every..."

theladycheeky — Mon, 11 Mar 2013 22:32:36 -0400

“My main goal is to stay alive. To keep fooling myself into hanging around. To keep getting up every day. Right now I live without inspiration. I go day to day and do the work because it’s all I know. I know that if I keep moving I stand a chance. I must keep myself going until I find a reason to live. I need one so bad. On the other hand maybe I don’t. Maybe it’s all bullshit. Nothing I knew from my old life can help me here. Most of the things that I believed turned out to be useless. Appendages from someone else’s life. Everything I have I would give to not know what I know. To not feel emptiness as my constant companion. To not look into this room and be reminded why I’m in it. I’m not getting enough air. The room feels so small all of a sudden. It’s pathetic to be this lonely and know it. To keep breathing. To be silent and alone. And to know.”

- Henry Rollins, Roomanitarian (via beksinski)

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theladycheeky — Sun, 10 Mar 2013 13:55:24 -0400

"Nobody can save you but yourself — and you’re worth saving. It’s a war not easily won but if..."

theladycheeky — Sat, 09 Mar 2013 16:49:54 -0500

“Nobody can save you but yourself — and you’re worth saving. It’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning — this is it.””

- Charles Bukowski