I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.
I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it.
Sometimes we saw shadows of gods in the trees; silenced, we went on.
I want to be beautiful, pure and real. I want to be stripped down to my weakest self, to my bare soul; no cover ups, just the truth, and I don’t need to be loved, I just want to be accepted. In my rawest form. In my very own truth. Maybe I want to be loved and to heal. They say some need time to heal… But I think I just want to be loved to heal. And I know it will take every ounce of courage to let that happen. Because we all put up walls, dress up our souls, and create something that doesn’t really exist. It’s so much easier that way. But I accept not being perfect… And I hope with all my heart, that I will be breathtaking… A dream… So I am ready to undress my soul… And let you in, for the last time.
D.H.G (via quotethat)
My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.
Sometimes instinct can be wrong. But sometimes it can be right too. And sometimes you just have to take it on faith.
The evening makes me think Facebook is a blessing and a curse. Sure, it helps us keep track of people with whom we otherwise would have fallen out of touch. But sometimes relationships fade for a reason. They’re better left a memory.
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