words – darknesstohislight

We don’t owe [the men in our lives] unconditional love and support and forgiveness when their acceptance of us as human beings is conditional to our relation to them and our compliance to their needs.

The Attic on Eighth, “We Don’t Owe Our Fathers Anything.” (via theatticoneighth)

All relationships have ups and downs. Romantic fantasy often nurtures the belief that difficulties and down times are an indication of a lack of love rather than part of the process. In actuality, true love thrives on difficulties. The foundation of such love is the assumption that we want to grow and expand, to become more fully ourselves. There is no change that does not bring with it a feeling of challenge and loss.

Bell Hooks, All About Love. (via iwantamimosa)

violentwavesofemotion:

when mary shelley said “i am unstable, sometimes melancholy, and have been called on some occasions imperious; but i never did an ungenerous act in my life. i sympathise warmly with others, and have wasted my heart in their love”

thefrizzkid:

My chronic illness is a part of me, but I am not my chronic illness.

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.

Anaïs Nin, “Henry and June”

via foxesinbreeches (via frenchtwist)

nevertrustamanwho:

On women’s anger

From “Loving to Survive” by Dee L. R. Graham

If you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically assuming that the universe will reward you for one thing and punish you for another.

The universe has no fixed agenda. Once you make any decision, it works around that decision. There is no right or wrong, only a series of possibilities that shift with each thought, feeling, and action that you experience.

Deepak Chopra (via khanos)

They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that’s what I did, I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I’m so empty.

(via n-ul)

I want too much, she thought. I want everything. I want day and night, sleeping and waking, world without end, amen. Someone warned her once that it was fatal to tell a man you loved him. ‘What I really want,’ she said, ‘deep down, is stillness, safety. The feeling you’d always be there. I love you. I think I must have loved you without knowing it all my life.’

Daphne Du Maurier, Don’t Look Now & Other Stories
(via the-book-diaries)

scottiewaves:

somedays

i just want to lay next to you

naked and cuddle

no sex

then there are the days when

i want to poetically taste your body

with my tongue

then romantically fuck the shit out of you