Keep Your Cosmetic Criticism To Yourself. Give Me Something More Solid, More Fundamental.

I obey my lusts as a servant obeys his master.

Stone -hearted tormentor of mine, dissemble no more! Admit you want me as much as I do.

Love isn't just a feeling; it's an art. And like any art, it takes not only inspiration but a lot of work.

And the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.

I wish you were the one who kept my wildness alive.

Whenever the sex drive is up, there is almost always something on #tumblr that can surely bring it down. Cheers to this community who celebrate innate human predispositions.

My anger when you reach home late is LOVE.

Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?

He who fears death will never do anything worth of a man who is alive.

Seneca

Anxiety stems from shame. It is the idea that who you are or what you are doing is “not right,” therefore eliciting a rush of energy designed to help you “fix” or change it. You’re suffering because there’s nothing you can fix to make that urgent, panicked feeling go away. It’s a mismanaged perception of who and how you are.