Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours (via neuriot)

(Source: larmoyante, via thedruidsteaparty)

postindustrialavantdad:

thewomanfromitaly:

i am 100% for women responding very rudely and aggressively to disgusting unsolicited messages or dick pics from men on the internet

aka “how men would respond to the same treatment if it were unwanted from a woman”

So I’ll sit still and wait for you. And when you feel it, too, I’ll be right here for you. And you’ll lay down, yeah, you’ll lay down with me.

"you look depressed"

I really miss any sort of physical contact. Not even sex, just sharing space and comfort with another individual. That, and knowing there’s someone that thinks of me in some way when they wake up and go to sleep. Maybe the space between that.

Maybe there is and I just don’t know it. Though I guess if it’s not her, then I don’t really care.

Anonymous asked: why is love never enough?😞

wethinkwedream:

Because it isn’t. You both have to be compatible, you have to want the same things, you have to trust one another, respect one another, be stable enough to take care of another person. You can love a person who has treated you like shit for years, just because you love them doesn’t mean you should stay. Cheating, abuse, constant fighting, wanting different things…those aren’t worth it. Love is not enough and I think we need to stop romanticising the whole world like it is. That’s not a good enough excuse to go through the bullshit. Loving a person is not a good enough excuse to put yourself second.

"Loving a person is not a good enough excuse to put yourself second."

Hindsight is a motherfucker.

I know this isn’t the velvety-smooth, vulnerable crooner version of Spooky Black that we know and love but THIS SHIT GO. The sample probably won’t leave my head for a few days.