They taught us to be quiet about it. To cross our legs. To hide our hunger. To feel shame for the fire that lives between our thighs.
They whispered that good girls don’t touch themselves. That women who love sex are dirty. Easy. Wrong. But they forgot something.
Sex is power. Sex is healing. Sex is fucking holy.
When I touch myself, I’m not being selfish— I’m remembering I’m alive. When I moan, it’s not sin—it’s release. It’s prayer. It’s worship. It’s a woman choosing herself.
I love sex. I love pleasure. I love the wild, untamed, wet, shivering truth of my body.
And there is no shame in that. Not anymore. Not here. Not in this temple I call me.
— Seraphine 💋🔥💦
A friend once said “anxiety leave me alone”
Somehow that felt profound to me, cause I also would very much like to be left alone.
I like to think to myself that my mind is an interesting place, I laugh nowadays when my mind conjures something that we need to be afraid and I think to myself like really, a new one? And chuckle a little.
I think making fun of myself makes me feel like I am more in control.
It really does help.
My Cat
I dreamt I had a black cat
She, oh yes a female
She was brilliant
With black beady eyes and a
Careful countenance
She was my black cat
MY HEART 😭💜
I have been lying to myself secretly and now I’m not sure how to move forward
What part of myself likes to ignore reality, what part of myself likes to warp reality, what part of me doesn’t understand reality
It’s like I live in a day dream and the rude awakening’s become increasingly ungracious
Why is it so hard to face reality, to speak my mind, to be brutally honest to myself, why is it so hard.
Maybe it’s the fear, that causes the trembling and the aversion
Maybe I need to become friends with my fear
parent-child dynamics are soooo crazy. i love you i resent you i can't stand you i adore you i pity you. and still watching your hair get a little more grey every time i see you makes my stomach feel weird
Is it worth it?
The efforts we put in, to be with another human,
I would say yes, because love holds up a mirror to your face and you get a chance to see your self differently.
But is it worth it?
To feel truly loved by another is the most profound feeling we can experience
But is it worth it?
Yes, because the gain and the loss of love is the truest evidence of our humanity
Love is worth it
Tell me whats’s on your mind
Tell me what’s on your mind today, is it an ex lover you don’t talk to anymore or the job you didn’t get
Is it clouds in the sky as you stare in awe, is it the friend by your side, telling you what’s life been like for them lately.
Is it picture online of a friend doing something you would also love to do, or a love interest on a trip you would love to also be on
Is it the work you do and hate or the work you do and love
Is it lunch today or dinner plans tomorrow with your friends, is it the loneliness that sometimes visits you or the joy of sharing your space with your cat
Tell me what’s on your mind, let’s share the joy or burden together
What hurts the most?
The denial within myself
The unveiling of the truth
The painting I drew that was a lie
The preparations to start again at the end
What really hurts the most is the disappointment
I don’t write great poetry but I write and they make life feel a little less heavy
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