htmlflowers:

a few days ago i gave my partner lauren her first knuckle tattoos. the tattoos are simple symbols i drew to represent six key principles to writing delivered to the world by italo calvino over a series of six essays. i found the book “six memos for the next millenium” in the trade box at sticky and over winter me and lauren traded it back and forth discussing the qualities: “quickness” “lightness” “multiplicity” consistency” “visibilty” and “exactitude”. it was his last published work, he died before he finished the essay on consistency. it is a beautiful book and more than just ideas on how to write, it is histories of important thought and expression according italo. it works in terms of when thinking: “what way should i livez now?”

the symbols will look as if they are tattooed upside down to you but that is beacuse lauren wanted them to be arranged for her viewing and not the viewing of others.

here is a link to a free version of the book online: http://anemonehaze.com/assets/2008/1/13/interior.pdf

(photo creditz: elliott lauren desertchorus.wordpress.com) 

Simply wonderful.

vile-insect:

My thighs don’t just touch, they squish, they kiss, they rub, and every time I walk it’s like my thighs are making love. The only time they hurt me is when I go on long walked paths, they sweat and blister and blush a deep red and in return I do not curse them - I soak and touch and love and smear them with creams and crushed plants from my garden. A recent me did curse my thighs, the dimpled, pale, solid collumns - bloated fat and covered with hairs. I love now how they roll and stretch and squeeze my lover’s head. They’re thick and soft and wet and dry and often covered but they are me and I am them and I fucking love all the things they can do……

This.
Is.
Perfect.

vile-insect:

My thighs don’t just touch, they squish, they kiss, they rub, and every time I walk it’s like my thighs are making love. The only time they hurt me is when I go on long walked paths, they sweat and blister and blush a deep red and in return I do not curse them - I soak and touch and love and smear them with creams and crushed plants from my garden. A recent me did curse my thighs, the dimpled, pale, solid collumns - bloated fat and covered with hairs. I love now how they roll and stretch and squeeze my lover’s head. They’re thick and soft and wet and dry and often covered but they are me and I am them and I fucking love all the things they can do……

This.

Is.

Perfect.

27 Sep 2011 / Reblogged from upmountains with 1,248 notes / body acceptance studio thighs writing bridget