Stairway to bliss.
Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?
There’s things I wanna say to you,
but I’ll just let you live.
Two Iranian boys separating saffron by plucking the stigma out from it's flower.
Habibi, I am yearning for you.
“Then I, alone, and relieved to be alone, perhaps went to a movie, or walked, or returned home and read, or sat in a park and read, or sat on a cafe terrace, or talked to people, or wrote letters… And no matter what I was doing, another me sat in my belly, absolutely cold with terror over the question of my life.”
— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
In order to perpetrate itself, every oppression in our history, must corrupt or distort, those various sources of power, within the culture of the oppressed, that can provide energy for change.
Melt onto me.