I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience.
there is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts.
women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one out of revenge rather than with feeling.
when you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. you’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.
some women are delicate things some women are delicious and wondrous.
if you want to piss on the sun go ahead but please leave them alone.
(Source: travelthirst, via followandreblog)
