I hear so many girls talking about the underlying game that’s behind all the interest and attraction of a potential relationship, and this is what I tell them: Love should never be a game, so stop wasting your time and emotions trying to follow unspoken rules when you already know 1) who you are and 2) what you want. Those two things should be enough when it comes to a relationship. And if your authenticity pushes someone away, let them go because if you’re too much for them, they weren’t enough for you.

LB, “From Her, To Her”  (via yesdarlingido)

(via hazeltons)

(via marthajefferson)

And you know, I agree to everything:

I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy,

Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems  (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via keatspring)

(via bacchea)

It will always be this way.
I stand here scared
that you will disappear,
scared that you will stay.

Mark Strand, The Man in the Mirror

(via poemusicoffee)

(via leprintemps)

INFJ FRIENDS

myersandbriggs:

There is a running theme with INFJs, and that is a yearning for authenticity and sincerity – in their activities, their romantic relationships, and their friendships. People with the INFJ personality type are unlikely to go for friendships of circumstance, like workplace social circles or chatting up their local baristas, where the only thing they really have in common is a day-to-day familiarity. Rather, INFJs seek out people who share their passions, interests and ideologies, people with whom they can explore philosophies and subjects that they believe are truly meaningful.

(via fleursdansmescheveux)

(via mashamorevna)

Your calm is not enough,
I do not want your still.
I want your restlessness,
all the things which
make you stir at night.
I wish to be uprooted,
and moved
in the way immovable
objects are to be moved.
I want your gale force winds,
the flooding of emotion
between breaths,
the promise of danger
and renewal.
Your calm is not enough.
Give me your storm.

sixpenceee:

1930’s Dental Phantom. Dentists used to work on these steel gums & teeth for practice. The rubber face was so it would be more “human” to work with. 

(via bastardette)

I imagine my heart was being broken to make it bigger in order to embrace something I couldn’t have other wise.

Cathe Laurie  (via modernhepburn)

(via jadorelavie)

historicaltimes:

USAAF bombers flying over Mount Vesuvius Italy, 1944.

The sun setting. The lawns on fire.
The lost day, the lost light.
Why do I love what fades?

Mark Strand, opening strophe to “The Guardian,” from Darker: Poems (Atheneum, 1971)

(via jadorelavie)

rexuality:

I hate being told to do something I was already planning on doing

like I was all about doing this task, and then you told me to do it and now i am annoyed and this task is now 300x less likely to be completed

(via marthajefferson)

(via remnant)

A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.

Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon (via feellng)

(via ifveniceissinking)