A Breath of Life, Clarice Lispector

7 Reasons It’s More Difficult for Intelligent People to Find Love

Let’s put aside our ego, and realize that if you consider yourself an intelligent human being there is a constant battle between your heart and mind, especially if you are as equally intelligent as emotional and empathetic. Having a sharp mind and obtaining the realization that sometimes life is both beautiful and cruel, due to prejudices and ignorances becomes achingly painful. Once you realize that some short-sighted people hold the power in the world, you find it difficult to find a suitable partner who sees the world for its beauty and cruelty. But why is that intelligence makes things a little more difficult?

Why is it that those with a higher IQ are prone to mental disorders, social challenges and something as finding love or well-matched partner, even becomes a challenge? 

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Screw casual sex, fuck someone who means everything to you. Fuck someone who you know will always be there for you , fuck someone you know you can’t live without 💕

— Jean-Paul Sartre

— Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass (via books-n-quotes)

At first you’ll take it, you’ll relent to the desire erupting from your sex right now. Every trail of thought had led to this moment, your hips rising as you are carried off into a wave of intoxicating bliss. Overcome by pleasure as if being lost in a dream.

Suddenly you will be ripped back into the world once more, his world, when you feel that burning sensitivity quiver beneath his tongue, within his mouth. Your body tries to fight it, to repel the addictive, cascading torture being heaped upon it, but your mind knows it is useless; you are his. The shackles deny you the mildest chance to protect your throbbing pussy. The torment you feel now is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are helpless, defenceless to stop the unrelenting feast of your epicentre for as long as your consciousness can withstand.

You give in to the torrent of pleasure that floods through you; you are nothing more than his orgasm doll. Every twitch, every shudder, every convulsion of pleasure drives you deeper into the realms of wonderful agony that you are buried in.

You won’t break the cuffs, you won’t crawl away, you won’t be given a rest.

You will simply come.

— Alden Nowlan (via goodreadss)