not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one’s shoulders. we’re made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.
there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.
(via weltonboys)
You ever sit there doing something with your hands, listening to a podcast or audiobook or something, and suddenly realise that’s your natural state to be. This is what you’re supposed to be doing, crafting something nice while listening to another human’s speech and thoughts. How people have done this for as long as there’s been people, from crafting arrow heads from rocks while listening to grandma tell the tale of the mammoth hunt, to having a friend read aloud from a book while you’re all fixing horse reins and doing needlework, to you sitting there doing whatever you’re doing, with youtube open on the background.






