[andquote]

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

Anaïs Nin (via andquote)

Love this !!!!!

(via bealltruth)

[nakedat40]

[lunabluerose]

I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.

Anaïs Nin 

This. And nothing less.

(via shadow-writer)

[nakedat40]

This Vessel

He reached me when my capacity to give and receive was questionable at best. Not quite empty, but guarded in my willingness to let go...completely. Friendship was likely to ensue, effortlessly. Admiration for him grew for numerous reasons, unexpected. Breathing him in, he is life in its most vibrant and seductive state. The newness was refreshing and still is in many ways, yet I remain tentative at best. A firm believer in a reason, a season or lifetime, it seemed to be a perfect trifecta. The reason, identifiably significant, but mainly to fortify my femininity, my soul, my desire to love beyond the world's largest deception of illusive boundaries. The season, one of a heart on life support anxiously waiting for long ago planted seeds to flourish and breathe deep. A lifetime, for our given time is unknown and can slip through our fingers like sand. Cherishing every second spent learning, loving and growing. He moved me, heart and soul. He taught me to be comfortable with the delicate nature of transparency. He reminded me that my vessel can be refilled with a fervor of love, understanding and patience. This vessel has a high requisite to be handled with care for she is still fragile.