I am an over-thinker and an
over-feeler. Over-lover. Over-
needer. I would flood you. I
would drown your respectable
standoffishness. I don’t get over
things, but I get under them
well. I’d love you and you’d
soak me through. You couldn’t
handle me even if you wanted to.
Rebeka Anne, some people think I’m too much (via tendernotion)
Coucher de soleil, près du Croisic (n.d.). Ferdinand du Puigaudeau 1864-1930. Oil on canvas
“Wolves and Women have much in common. Both share a wild spirit. Women and Wolves are instinctual creatures, able to sense the unseen. They are loyal, protective of their packs and of their pups. They are wild and beautiful. Both have been hunted and captured. Even in captivity, one can see in the eyes of a Woman, or a Wolf, the longing to run free, and the determination that should the opportunity arise, Whoosh, they will be gone…..”
— Women who run with the Wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estés