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Victor Prezio -- Falcon's Island by Antonia Scott (Pockett, 1973)

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They're just bored with one another

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you call it crazy and obsessive i call it passionate and committed

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unknown artist

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https://pin.it/2ky1EpvWG.

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to love eternally

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From a young age I’ve made peace with so many uncomfortable truths it became my time reference; instead of saying “few months ago” I find myself saying “before that event” as if it changed everything which to me at least it does every single time.

it appears to me there’s many more to come and lord I do not complain

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𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔄𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠 (x)

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esoteric knowledge acquired from deep grief

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use me

what happened to hello? How are u? Regular courtship?

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After all the rebirths you still remain the lion crawling on the earth, the Chameleon, a caricature, one prone to changing colors, a crawling shimmering lizard, but precisely not a lion, whose nature is related to the sun, who draws his power from within himself who does not crawl around in the protective colors of the environment, and who does not defend himself by going into hiding. I recognized the chameleon and no longer want to crawl on the earth and change colors and be reborn; instead I want to exist from my own force, like the sun which gives light and does not suck light.

C.G. Jung, Liber Novus

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Divine women, guard your sacred essence and tread lightly around cowardly men.

These men, veiled in hesitation and fear, are thieves of energy, thieves of truth, thieves of joy. They drink from the well of your divinity but offer nothing in return. Too timid to meet your depth, they linger on the edges of your radiance, siphoning your light while shrinking in the face of it.

Such men are drawn to your brilliance, yet they resent it. Your courage, your freedom, your ability to dance with both light and shadow are mirrors that expose their own inadequacies. They do not celebrate you; instead, they seek to diminish you, molding you to fit the confines of their comfort.

Cowardly men are weighed down by their shame: shame for their desires, their emotions, their darkness. They shun the rawness of life, hiding behind facades of safety and false stability. Yet they cling to you, not out of love, but out of need. They use you as a vessel for their own awakening, for their own growth, while refusing to step into the fire of transformation that your presence ignites.

They cannot hold the wildness of your soul, the sensual, untamed, sovereign essence of you. They are repelled by the sacred storms of your emotions, by your unapologetic reclamation of self, and by your refusal to play small. They worship your goddess nature in secret, but they are too fragile to stand beside you as a human, to embrace both your flaws and your fierce beauty without trembling.

Divine women, beware: these men will not honor your wholeness. They will not rise to meet you in your divinity, yet they will not release you to find a counterpart who will. They would rather tether you to mediocrity than see you thrive in your fullness. They would rather watch you dim than risk the discomfort of their own growth.

The sacred feminine is not for the faint of heart. You deserve a union that honors the vastness of your being, the wild, the soft, the dark, the luminous. You deserve a partner who holds space for your truth without fear, who revels in your celebration of life and the raw intensity of your emotions. A man who sees the invitation in your depth and meets it with reverence, courage, and an open heart.

Trust your divine intuition, for it is the inheritance of generations of wise women who came before you. You know when the energy is off, when the connection is built on survival rather than sovereignty, when you are asked to sacrifice your essence for the comfort of another. Do not commit your sacred energy to those who fear it, to those who hide from their own shadows while casting doubt on your light.

Cowardly men will always falter in the presence of divinity. Let them. Release them. Let them remain in their shallow waters while you rise to your rightful heights. Seek the souls who honor your storms as much as your sunshine, who celebrate the wholeness of you without being shaken by it. For they are the ones who can truly match your divine fire and allow you to flourish in the fullness of your being.

The divine feminine is a force, a sacred flow, a fire that consumes all that is false. Let no coward extinguish it. You are sovereign, sacred, eternal.

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Tumblr as the modern literary salon. And you're in your quiet corner merging with the shadows, analyzing everything.

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Anne Yvonne Gilbert