The Benign Beast

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  (via dirtyberd)

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Psalm to Be Read with Closed Eyes — D. Nurkse

Ignorance will carry me through the last days,
the blistering cities, over briny rivers 
swarming with jellyfish, as once my father
carried me from the car up the tacked carpet
to the white bed, and if I woke, I never knew it.

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath

(via sex-positive-bitches)

(Source: raccoonwounds, via theroomofhiddenthings)