Woman, you belong to the night.
You have blood on your thighs
and furze in your hair.
You smell of loamy fertile soil.
Your breasts give life,
Your sex is a mystery school
leading to the holy of holies.

Turn your eyes inward.
Use owls’ vision to see where you come from.
Slip beneath the surface,
and feel yourself become full.

Make a marriage to the moon.

Divorce the false gods of intellect and reason.
Find meaning in your dreams.
And in the secrets of your body.

Follow no authority
But your own true nature.

Make a sacred fire
And throw on it all that you would use to harm yourself.
Make kindling from shame.

Let your dance be wild.
Your voice be honest.
And your heart untamed.

Be cyclical.
Don’t make sense.

Initiate yourself.
Initiate yourself.

~ Aisha Wolfe ~

In 1888, Gustave Eiffel oversaw construction of the Eiffel Tower in preparation for its entry into the 1889 worlds fair. However, over a hundred years later, the tower, which was never intended to remain in place, has since become a global icon for the capital,,, 

She understood her worth, which made her powerful. The world gravely needed a hero, so she become one. No super powers, really, just a strong woman who took no shit from anyone.

A Woman is Like an Egg,,, 

She carries the shape of curves
She comes in many colors and sizes
She is very fragile and delicate
She can easily be broken
She needs to be handled with care
She is softened or hardened by words
She needs protection and attention
She needs to be nested snuggly
She likes the warmth of a touch
She also carries eggs to reproduce

It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.

I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved. 

Chasing after a guy who’s not interested in you will rip the hell out of your self-respect. Better to face facts now because the longer you put it off, the harder it’ll be.

No, fuck you. I was good enough ... But you made me believe I wasn’t.

When your love is real, it’s hard to just stop loving someone ... even after they’ve proven to you over and over again that they don’t deserve your love.

That’s what makes breaking up so hard to do. You know it’s time to go, but love just won’t let you walk away. Real love wants you to give them another chance, to try just one more time to make it work, even when deep down inside you know … he’ll never change.

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.

Come sleep with me. We won't make Love ... Love will make us !

In the end we won’t remember the most beautiful face and body. We’ll remember the most beautiful heart and soul.

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together ... 
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.

It must be love when the skin & the heart beat at the same pace.

The right man for you won’t see proving his love to you as a burden. For him ... It’s an honor.

We didn’t talk about anything heavy or light.
We were just there together.
And, ...  that was enough.

Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds it was you I fell in love with first.

Human beings are works in progress that mistakenly think they’re finished. The person you are right now is as transient, as fleeting and as temporary as all the people you’re ever been. The one constant in our lives is change.

No, fuck you. I was good enough. But you made me believe I wasn’t !

Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.

True Love

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.