Think Less. Feel More.

Used to be @thinking-and-overthinking until I was inexplicably locked out. Maybe that was the universe telling me to start over and stop thinking so much. Welcome to my journey of discovery. I’m writing about it and sometimes sharing more than I should. Suspended between wanting control and needing surrender. If you enter this space, for fuck’s sake, be cool about it. In my 50’s and it’s complicated. Submissive to one. #me #mythoughts

[radical-revolution]

[not-overthinking-it]

There’s something beautiful about refusing to punish joy for what pain once did to you.

Not every soft thing is a trap. Not every open door leads to loss.

[deeper-thinker]

(Focus on her mind)

The body follows where the mind goes

[sheiskindasweet]

[bellababes26]

“Seduction is much more than beauty; it's generous, it is intelligent,

it's mysterious, it's exclusive”.

[not-overthinking-it]

I hear him say, “there we go,” and I feel myself surrender.

[sansurlendik-deactivated2022092]

true love

[not-overthinking-it]

Take control.

[worldscoolest]

Nan Goldin’s ‘The Ballad of Sexual Dependency’

[not-overthinking-it]

Love ❤️

[pasifist69]

[not-overthinking-it]

Nothing better than that jolt of pain followed by pleasure. 🔥

[not-overthinking-it]

I’ve exposed my body and my soul. The results expose the story of my life.

[eb-multitudes]

[not-overthinking-it]

This is true, if I do say so myself.

[radical-revolution]

Surrendering the ego to the soul is the ultimate spiritual liberation. It means releasing the exhausting illusion of control and judgment, stepping out of your own way, and allowing your true, eternal essence to merge with the vast consciousness of the universe.

[not-overthinking-it]

This ⬆️

[not-overthinking-it]

The things we refuse to feel do not leave.

The grief we haven’t processed.

The questions we haven’t answered.

The desires we haven’t acknowledged.

The truths we aren’t yet ready to face.

They wait.

Beneath the productivity.

Beneath the accomplishments.

Beneath the carefully managed life.

They wait in the form of restlessness, longing, and the persistent feeling that something is missing.

Maybe the longing isn’t for escape, but for return.

To the parts of ourselves we numbed in order to survive.

Perhaps we cannot release what we refuse to feel.

Maybe shame is released the moment it no longer lives in the dark.

Maybe freedom begins when nothing inside us needs to hide.

[aleesabella]

Oil paintinng by Roberto Ferri

[moonbe4mlust]

doggy style so we can stare at the moon and stars together

[demonlordoftheroundtable]

I like em smart and really fucking nasty

[sodaneko]

dick from a well-respected man having you in a devastatingly disrespectful position

[meltinthemiddle]

Grab me by my neck and fuck the squirt out of me

[not-overthinking-it]

Please