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My name is Lauren.
I teach yoga,
Sometimes I make stuff
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I teach yoga,
Sometimes I make stuff
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“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn’t have known you better if we’d been friends for twenty years. You won’t fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you’ve made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you’ve reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.
When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
“And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.
About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.
I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.
What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.
And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.
But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.
And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.
To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.
You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.
Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.”
I’ve been poring over this one again. The last line is still one of my favorite tattoos.
”Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
“One characteristic of an open heart is the willingness to take risks in the face of the unknown. Another is the willingness to bear the pain of heartbreak and broken trust. It is the capacity to feel uncomfortable emotions deeply and not shut down.”
- Levi Ben-Shmuel
Pretty man, pretty words y’all. Waiting for this damn varnish to dry, can’t wait to show what I’m working on… But a very important person once gave me advice I never listened to: NEVER SHOW YOU’RE WORK UNTIL IT’S DONE.
Goddamn #012:
“It keeps me awake, knowing you’ll love me someday.”
Aidan Knight: “A Mirror”
I’ve spent the past five days in a city that’s neither large nor small. Instead, it’s one of those cities that does little more than exist to provide a place for it’s surrounding residents to eat poorly, shop and work. Aidan Knight’s fantastic “A Mirror” has me yearning for a swift return to an actual small town where the local tales and legends envelop you and the leaves are already changing colors in anticipation of the onslaught of fall.
[Small Reveal drops October 23, 2012 on Outside Music] [Photo by Brian Van Wyk]
WHO WANTS SOME GENDERBENT HULK??? 8)
…. sure, you can handwave the pants, but what bra can contain The Incredible Hulk?
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“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”
- Henry David Thoreau
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I really only love the first one.
hollistreetman:
badass, man.
photos by Sean Forsythe
Stages of Deterioration in the Human Body
The Moment Of Death:
1. The heart stops.
2. The skin gets tight and ashen in color.
3. All the muscles relax.
4. The bladder and bowels empty.
5. The body temperature begins to drop 1 1/2 degrees Fahrenheit per hour.
After 30 minutes:
6. The skin gets purple and waxy.
7. The lips, fingernails, and toenails fade to a pale color.
8. Blood pools at the bottom of the body.
9. The hands and feet turn blue.
10. The eyes sink into the skull.
After 4 hours:
11. Rigor mortis has set in.
12. The purpling of the skin and the pooling of the blood continue.
13. Rigor continues to tighten muscles for another 24 hours or so.
After 12 hours:
14. The body is in full rigor mortis.
After 24 hours:
15. The body is now the temperature of the surrounding environment.
16. In males, the semen dies.
17. The head and neck are now a greenish-blue color.
18. The greenish-blue color spreads to the rest of the body.
19. There is a pervasive smell of rotting meat.
After 3 days:
20. The gas in the body tissues forms large blisters on the skin.
21. The whole body begins to bloat and swell grotesquely.
22. Fluids leak from the mouth, nose, vagina, and rectum.
After 3 weeks:
23. The skin, hair, and nails are so loose they can easily be pulled off the corpse.
24. The skin bursts open on many places on the body.
25. Decomposition will continue until the body is nothing but skelital remains, a process that can take a month or so in hot climates, and two months or more in cold climates.This is actually pretty interesting..
That’s actually really cool, not to mention useful as a writer.
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“I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.”
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via thresca)
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Yours Truly
Hey there, my name is Lauren Ephriam. I am a vivacious, 6ft. tall amalgam of passion, strength, love, joy, artist envisioning… I am a complex human being. I am also a Yoga Instructor. Certified in 2010, I have been practicing as long as I can remember. I believe in yoga simply because I have to. I have seen the ways it has opened my life up to things I never thought possible for me, and want to share that with everyone I come into contact with. Yoga is not about looking a certain way, it’s not bending into a pretzel, nor does it have anything to do with ”supposed-to”. It’s about living as your full self. Finding peace, and contentment - forging unity between your mind and body.
I believe it’s never too late to start a new chapter, turn a new leaf.
I am available for personalized instruction in the Seattle area.
Feel free to shoot me a line: Lauren.Ephriam@gmail.com
Thank you for reading, have a beautiful day, night, afternoon…. all of that.
