C
23, she/her
i just love old things so much. i love standing in a ruin knowing that it was once a city or a building real people lived and walked in, or seeing a weapon someone used to wield to fight for a nation that no longer exists, or a statue of someone who’s been dead for thousands of years. i love hearing songs that have been sung for centuries, or eating foods with ancient recipes. i love the idea that even when people have passed and civilisations have fallen there are still little pieces of the past we can feel today.
“The witch-burnings did not take place during the ‘Dark Ages,’ as we commonly suppose. They occurred between the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries– precisely during and following the Renaissance, that glorious period when, as we are taught, ‘men’s’ minds were being freed from bleakness and superstition. While Michelangelo was sculpting and Shakespeare writing, the witches were burning. The whole secular ‘Enlightenment,’ in fact, the male professions of doctor, lawyer, judge, artist, all rose from the ashes of the destroyed women’s culture. Renaissance men were celebrating naked female beauty in their art, while women’s bodies were being tortured and burned by the hundreds of thousands all around them.”
- Monica Sjöö & Barbara Mor, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth (1987)
I wanted so desperately to be loved and be capable of love
But I don’t really want that anymore
Now I just want to be alone
I want people to expect nothing from me
Not even love..
Because I just don’t think I can anymore..
And I don’t think I want to be loved anymore..
But the thing I will never admit to anyone who’s met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don’t think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me, I want to be wanted and I don’t know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted.
(via the-desolated-quill)
I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.