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[financeprincess]

have you ever thought maybe the point is actually to have fun & be yourself?

[fckk0ff]

Holding hands while having sex/receiving oral definitely top 10

[embarkmants]

[perriaeyjeve]

[rainsuggestion]

my heart hurts and i wish things werent this way

[huariqueje]

Happy Place - Line Holtegaard , 2024.

Danish , b, 1980 -

Oil and acrylic on canvas , 60 x 70 cm.

[philosophybits]

“The point is not for women simply to take power out of men’s hands, since that wouldn’t change anything about the world. It’s a question precisely of destroying that notion of power.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, in “Beauvoir and feminism: interview and reflections” by Susan J. Brison, The Cambridge Companion to Simone de Beauvoir

[wovi]

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maggie smith, good bones

[dandelions-n-daisies]

letting you go means I choose myself🩷

[remanence-of-love]

[dandelions-n-daisies]

[allaboutmovies22]

[quotespile]

““Your role is one of the great traditions of not only American storytelling but Western storytelling as a whole. The woman is the oracle through which men like me find redemption and self-correction. You’re the mirror in which I’m able to see myself for who I really am and, in doing so, correct the flaws that have been plaguing me from my earliest days.” “Fuck you,” she says.”

— Jason Mott, Hell of a Book

[thepersonalwords]

“Holding on and getting attached is sadness. Letting go with love opens the heart to fill it with happiness.”

— Debasish Mridha

[petaltexturedskies]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf

[apocryphics]

[howifeltabouthim]

“So I lived two lives, one by day, one on those luckiest of nights, and I searched for guilt in the wake of this deception, only to find gratitude instead—that I had this gift of love in the form of a man, come to wake my soul, whenever it was in danger of entombing in sleep.”

— Soman Chainani, from Beasts and Beauty