ai vc acorda na vontade de escutar mac miller + pixote + sorriso maroto + sade + flora matos + black alien + silvanno salles + calcinha preta + seu jorge + frank ocean exatamente nessa ordem
as a woman one of your biggest purposes is to teach your body how to relax in copious amounts. sleep, nap, take the longest baths with lotuses and myrrh, waste time, spend hours listening to music or watching the stars, or both. massage every muscle until it’s melted like butter, slowly, and serenely. teach your body that it’s enough to just exist, in the mellowness of your essence, drinking it in, bathing in it, revelling in it. give yourself unhurried time to spend with the amber sun, eating mangoes, being fully present with the juicy, honeyed, golden flesh. read long thick books with no intention of learning, just for the intricate, vivid details described. drink it all in, the fairytales, the romances, the exact shades of the sky. this is not laziness, because even when we rest, we’re still being rushed by a million things on our mind, the ancestral, programmed guilt disturbing us every second, trying to lure us away from the vibration of paradise, the vibration of the garden of eden. teach your body how to resist this, to unlearn the implanted guilt, to unclench every muscle, every cell, and to rebel with even more wasted time, even more rest, even more frivolous luxury, until rest feels like a lush meadow where time isn’t real, instead of something that eats away at you every time you try to have a moment to your angelic, divine self.