Rowenna

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Rowenna

  • 126 Reviews
3140 Followers 1328 Likes
Last Seen: 6 hours ago

We deprive ourselves to maintain our integrity, we spare our health, our ability to enjoy life, our emotions, we save ourselves for something without even knowing what that thing is. And this habit of constantly repressing our natural drives is what makes us so refined. Why don't we get drunk? Because the shame and inconvenience of headaches give rise to a more important displeasure than the pleasure of drunkenness. Why don't we fall in love again every month? Because, at the time of each separation, a part of our hearts is broken. Thus, we try harder to avoid suffering than to seek pleasure.

Neither old, nor young, nor saint, nor kid. My black man mourns the pain that rains. Clouds move across my retinas. Lunar girls drink me, smoke me. In phases take over my ruined chest. ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ Plateaus, meadows and other places. Inns and bars, roads, corners. Dwindling girls bleed me, eat me. Made into a werewolf, my soul breaks apart. Loneliness of an animal, heart of a man. ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ Foxes eat leftovers in the streets. Owls and snakes in the darkness disappear. May fears settle in my abdomen. And desires spin like ballerinas. Floating girls end me, fuck me." (Seu Pereira and Coletivo 401 - Décimas Lunares)

There is a being that lives inside me as if it were his home, and it is. It is a sleek, black horse that, despite being entirely wild – as it has never lived with anyone before and has never been reined in nor saddled – despite being entirely wild, it has the first sweetness of those who are not afraid: it sometimes eats in the garden. my hand. Its muzzle is moist and cool. I kiss your nose. When I die, the black horse will be homeless and will suffer greatly. Unless he chooses another house and this other house is not afraid of what is both wild and gentle. Note that he doesn't have a name: just call him and you'll get his name. Or it doesn't work out, but once called with sweetness and authority, it goes. If he sniffs and feels that a house-body is free, he trots noiselessly and goes. I also warn that one should not fear their neighing: we make a mistake and think that it is ourselves who are neighing with pleasure or anger, we are frightened by the excess of sweetness of what this is for the first time.

We deprive ourselves to maintain our integrity, we spare our health, our ability to enjoy life, our emotions, we save ourselves for something without even knowing what that thing is. And this habit of constantly repressing our natural drives is what makes us so refined. Why don't we get drunk? Because the shame and inconvenience of headaches give rise to a more important displeasure than the pleasure of drunkenness. Why don't we fall in love again every month? Because, at the time of each separation, a part of our hearts is broken. Thus, we try harder to avoid suffering than to seek pleasure.

Five things that catch my attention in chat: 1. Read the profile before calling. 2. Ask about me and how I am, so it doesn't turn into a monologue. 3. Say goodbye politely when finishing the chat. 4. Be kind and make requests politely. 5. Start a topic and know how to talk without pressure. 6. My cell phone is a little old, it freezes if you turn on your camera and audio together, so you need to turn on one or the other, that's why I opt for the camera to be turned on only via subs. Chats and the like, I ask you to just turn on your audio or type, do you think that's bad? Send a gift 🎁 so I can buy a new one so I can provide you with a more complete and better chat.