Leaving pyramid lake after the amazing symbiosis festival on the Paiute tribe reservation in Nevada.
My friend Adam playing drums at Symbiosis Pyramid Eclipse.
One of the stages at Symbiosis Pyramid eclipse.
Rolling in my 40’s dress at Symbiosis! I can’t even tell you how much brush this dress accumulated on my travels that day, it was hilarious. I had to keep ripping it off, the dress was already in bad shape so this was a perfect place to take it out!
My gal and I frolicking at the Symbiosis Pyramid Eclipse festival at Pyramid lake in Nevada!
Feather creations by me! Pretty pirate designs
#Hairpins #headresses #headress #native #feathers #DIY #prettypiratedesigns #accessories #hair (Taken with instagram)
Soothing, awesome and disturbing all at once!
I’m making homemade pickled purple carrots today. Yummy!
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I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.
Henry Rollins (via revolutioneyes)
(Source: claireyb, via revolutioneyes)
I went to Dolores park on Sunday for the hunky jesus contest a birthday party and lots of amazingness, it was a wild day! I got asked my a man, only after asking him if he always dresses like a cowboy, if I always dress like a “princess from a country that hasn’t been discovered yet”. It was pretty damn funny! I love dressing up for easter! This photo was taken by my gal friend (Tara Wakley) who’s birthday we were celebrating by all wearing bunny ears!
Playing around with this new app! Fun filters!
I made fresh pasta
Its a Kimono day today. With our winter finally arriving, i’m all about the layers. We’ve had more rain in the last few days than the whole winter combined, welcome back cozy times.
Always good to keep reminding ourselves the way (Taken with instagram)
