I’m trying to appreciate my body, you know, even though I’m not thin
i love that i cannot be contained in any two hands
i love that my hips spill between fingers, how powerfully soft I am, no rough or hard edges. I’m the filtered light of moon behind clouds, I’m a generous harvest
only gods are never satisfied
busted! that’s a lie!
you just have to learn the tricks
i want all women who desire to be sex goddesses. not for men, but for themselves.
you learn how to be seductive, you learn those pussy powers, you walk around straight-backed with fire, murder, the moon in your eyes
you be powerful
caughtunawares said: i wish I could just carry you around in my pocket all day. my busted ass is NEEDY
You must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloud shadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.
Rainer Maria Rilke (via misswallflower)