Ngelo-b - Rosemallow

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this is way too fucking relatable

All these men friends that are good, but not good to me.

I don't know what to tell you kid, put your barefeet on the cold grass and let the sun touch your cheek bones and eyelids. You'll live. You'll live.

Spreadsheets and "making a living" are getting in the way of my joy. I want to surf, drink coffee and get ripped. I want to meditate, read books and have conversations about tea being the elixir of life. I want to walk barefoot in dense forests and know each flower by name and I mean binomial nomenclature name. I have no interest in sitting in another meeting where we get nothing done and say nothing because people are throwing their weight around. I want to dabble in alchemy. You people are wasting my years, and my patience is so close to zero.

I have been about 14 different women in the past two year alone. All in an attempt to avoid myself, and this morning I'm like: "Go home little girl". And, I have suppressed her so hard and for so long I have no idea who I am.

“Tonight, just put your arms on me and hold me like I am yours. Leave pieces of yourself behind on my skin, and love me like it is the first and the last time for us. Fill my lungs with your breath and make me forget my name. Tonight, I am yours and I will be yours, until dawn breaks.”

— Lukas W. // Until dawn breaks

Not to get controversial or anything but can we stop with making fun of women being abused by their husbands and playing it off as ‘straight culture’