Men still have trouble recognizing that a woman can be complex, can have ambition, good looks, sexuality, erudition, and common sense. a woman can have all those facets, and yet men, in literature and in drama, seem to need to simplify women, to polarize us as either the whore or the angel. that sensibility is prevalent, even to this day.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
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Rainer Maria Rilke (via purry)
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In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.
Because I’ve been feeling bummed out about something these past few days, Christian came up with a solution to cheer me up: Sunday Porenjer Day. At the mall, he told me to pretend he’s a rich, old foreigner who’s out to spoil his Pinay GF. He faked accents, accompanied me through several hours of trying on outfits, paid for everything, bought nothing for himself, and ignored his long-standing food cravings so we can eat at the restaurants I like. Big steps for someone who’s usually thrifty. Needless to say, I’ve never felt so spoiled in my life :)