drops in mist by magnus dovlind
I can feel the way others think about me and I believe it. I can hear their thoughts, I can see myself the way they do. It’s easy and wonderful when it’s good. When they see me as weak, or broken, or too skinny or too sensitive or too whatever I feel it in my heart
I want to be strong even when I feel that
Inside I want to hide and protect myself from feeling that because my self-worth is not rooted deeply enough to hold on to what’s true
It feels so repulsive to me to think that’s happening inside me. It’s easier to pretend I’m bulletproof and I don’t give a shit about what people think but I do
I want to love myself even when others don’t. I want to know my worth and celebrate me and build a passionate relationship with myself that’s unconditional and kind.
I am always trying to be enough to get what I need in the world but I neglect my own needs and my passion and my sense of knowing what’s right for me and who I am when I’m not modifying myself or trying to win hearts and minds for some kind of satisfaction and sense of belonging and connection
I have to connect with myself
I’m never going to be enough if I value myself based on how others see me
I can’t control how others see me
People have opinions and I can’t control that or change it. I can only control my inner fortress
Which is probably constructed entirely of blankets between couches
I have to remind myself that I am enough
I have to stop choosing to receive others’ thoughts and feelings when I don’t like them
I have to stop using my consciousness to reach into those thoughts and feelings and noticing them or being curious about them because that’s when I get hurt
I have to be more interested in my own thoughts and feelings and focus on those and to hell with the rest of it and the opinions
There will always be opinions
There will always be people who don’t like what I do or who I am or the way I look or whatever
I can choose to tune these out and be more interested in myself. What I love about me. What I’m stubbornly committed to in my life. What lights me up. My love for who I am should not be a negotiation or a conversation with their thoughts and opinions and likes and dislikes or a game to optimize their approval
It should be a declaration
It should be unashamed and selfish
It should be powerful and unconditional
My love for myself should be unconditional
That means extending compassion and love to myself when I fuck up or I’m criticized
When people have negativity around me and my thoughts and words and actions, to focus on why I did it, loving myself the way I wish to be loved by others, and then being more loving to others in response instead of getting cold, closed, spiteful or angry
Learning and growing not as a form of masochism and perfectionism but as a way to understand how to love myself and others more deeply, and be more compassionate and light in the world
There is so much left to do
it’s not a relationship you want
it’s yourself
but i still chase myself in men
it’s the game of love that’s addicting
it’s seeing myself through his eyes
the way i can’t see myself
i’ve discovered that i am deeply sensitive
i crave acceptance because i have never accepted myself
this makes me weak and my boundaries bad
this makes me feel shame for giving in in places i never should
i’m working on that
being an adult is weird because you think you should have it figured out like grown ups do
except you definitely don’t have it figured out
and the stakes for fucking up are so high now
i crave intimacy with another being that’s real and intensely deep and carnal and passionate and also sensitive
the most extreme ranges of human expression
as subtle as energy passing without touching
as overwhelming as that primal oblivion
of need, and oneness
i don’t think i’m ready for it yet
relationships consume me
i get lost
i need to love myself
impress myself
feel my magnetism as a woman
force of nature
i was on the train today and felt this orgasmic energy explode through me while i was meditating
i could feel this powerful appreciation for my body, my femininity, my magnetism, my sexuality
i gave my energy to different men on the train, like letting my consciousness tease them, and inviting them to play this game with me
and each time he could feel it, looked over, and i play my part of the game, magnetic. and i feel him, his power as a man. this is a very cool thing.
i am so in love with the male energy.
sometimes being looked at by a man is all i need to feel myself and be satisfied, the experience, the energy exchange
i love the language spoken without words
something delicious about restraint
energetic restraint
because energy is authentic
it can only be honest
feeling the current between and letting it exist without acting on anything, i think that’s what we all want
giving into it makes it like everything else, temporary.
playing with it, building it, it becomes something.
the connection between two souls
it becomes alive, and you feel it
and it’s heady
but that’s just a part of a whole
there can be so much heart and feeling and sensitivity
like treasuring something deep and honest
like a form of worship for their power and their maleness, and them for me
it’s like communion
it’s like god
it’s like becoming one in two bodies
just in feeling that touch
feeling the gentleness and the power and the connection and the intensity and holding it until you can’t take it anymore
and letting it rip through you, and the intensity of that
that’s what i miss. and what i crave.
i don’t know if i can give that to myself.
i don’t want to validate myself to receive that from a man. or try to win any games. or be with the wrong person and be disappointed.
the only way for me to have this and not get hurt is to be with myself. to play inside myself and wait. and notice. and let myself be free from the desire. and the seeking. i hate the way need makes me feel. it’s weak. i think it is.
Lake Serene, WA
© Hannah Aspnes
Taken during a hike from Grütschalp to Mürren - Bernese Oberland, Switzerland by Mike Robinson
Seashore by Jesse Bowser | LVSH
drops in mist by magnus dovlind