“Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.”
— Alain de Botton, Essays in Love

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“Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.”
— Alain de Botton, Essays in Love
Part of self acceptance is not only trying to overcome a fear of rejection but being okay with it when it happens.
That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was a ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea.
Eugene O'Neill, from Complete Plays 1932-1943 ; “Long Day’s Journey Into Night,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
You’re beautiful. You walk wonderfully and if I were here and saw you now for the first time I’d be in love with you. If I saw you for the first time everything would turn over inside of me and I’d ache right through my chest.
Ernest Hemingway (via goodreadss)
I can only connect deeply or not at all.
AnaĂŻs Nin, Fire (via thewastedgeneration)
John William Godward  (1861 –1922)
Backstage pictures from Missoni Winter 2016, shot by Harley Weir. More here: bit.ly/MissoniFW16
2016, 23
*studies for 2 minutes*
No. Not really red, but the color of a rose when it bleeds.
Anne Sexton, excerpt of “Song for a Red Nightgown,” The Complete Poems (via eveninglesbian)
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I will be here in one month. I’m so excited.
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It’s heavy, that lightness. It’s crushing, that emptiness.
Margaret Atwood, The Tent (via oeut)
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It’s heavy, that lightness. It’s crushing, that emptiness.
Margaret Atwood, The Tent (via oeut)
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