Hot Blooded Woman Child

These are the everyday musings of a Hot Blooded Woman Child. Life is tough when you're born on the cusp. One foot on fire, the other washing away with the tide.

Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child’s blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality….I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

—Anaïs Nin (via fernsandmoss)

(via marquitaharris)

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT Volume II

It’s best to view these while listening to Lee Moses “Bad Girl”
Let’s all keep in mind that there should never be one single interpretation. Interpret them however you see fit, and however they may or may not relate to you.  

(via honey-andtar)

At one time I thought the most important thing was talent. I think now that — the young man or the young woman must possess or teach himself, train himself, in infinite patience, which is to try and to try and to try until it comes right. He must train himself in ruthless intolerance. That is, to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph. The most important thing is insight, that is … curiosity to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does. And if you have that, then I don’t think the talent makes much difference, whether you’ve got that or not.

— William Faulkner

Mix your red mouth with mine…
And under the golden midday sun
I’ll bite the Apple.

—Federico García Lorca, Collected Poems (via talisman)

(Source: theperfumemaker, via talisman)