If you’re going to rise, you might as well shine. Take you time getting dressed this morning; read a book, listen to music, dance about, make yourself some breakfast, buy yourself some lingerie. The world can wait.

“Move, baby. Move. Turn the lights off and light the candles. Let the lace fall and move to the music the way your hips can’t help it. Get on your knees and let the carpet burn you until that primal wild look takes over your eyes and you can’t stop shaking to the way you sound when you’re coming home to yourself. Do that. Move baby, move.” ~ Brooke Solis

“Do it. Do the thing that sits on your ribs and whispers of lava centres and passions ignited. Do it, the thing that writes happiness in your bones. Do it, the thing you don’t do but should do. Do it, the thing that makes your heart beat. Do it, the thing, that makes your skies melt. Do it, the thing, that makes you, alive.” ~ Brooke Solis