Thistle4u: I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic
About
Non-Smoker with A Few Extra Pounds body type
City
Livermore, California
Details
50 year old Female, 5' 5" (165cm), Christian - other
Ethnicity
Caucasian, Aquarius
Intent
Thistle4u is looking for a relationship.
Education
Some college
Personality
Animal Lover
Profession
MA







I am Seeking a Man For Long Term
Needs Test View her relationship needs Chemistry View her chemistry results
Do you drink? Socially Do you want children? Does not want children
Marital Status Widowed Do you do drugs? No
Hair Color Brown Eye Color Green
Do you have a car? Yes Do you have children? All my kids are over 18
Longest Relationship Over 10 years How ambitious are you? Not Ambitious
Pets Cat & Dog  



About Me
I am beautiful and kind, loyal and passionate, sexy and sweet, honest and fun. People love my hair and my laugh. I like my eyes, they are green. I'm pretty easMy going. I love nature and animals. I don't cope well with argumentative people, liars, cheaters or loud and obnoxious people. Do you have gray hair? I love gray hair. Are you romantic? I love getting flowers or having romantic weekends. Are you moral and supportive? Have a job? No job, no date. if you are under 65 years old you shouldn't be retired, that just means unemployed. I work my bit of, so should you. It takes me a while to trust someone, so you must be patient and worthy of trust. I am extremely loyal and expect the same. I want to be part of a couple again. We all have baggage as we get older. If you help me carry mine, I will help you carry yours.

I like to take things slow in the beginning and really get to know a person. I hope you take the time to get to know me!

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.
Proverbs

A Wild Woman doesn't want to be your Girly friend

Can you love me in the deep? In the dark? In the thick of it?

Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?

Can you love me when I’m bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?

Can you love me then too?

Can you love me under the starry sky, shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?

Can you love me when I am howling and furry, standing on my haunches, my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?

When I call down the lightning, when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet, can you still love me then?

What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt to harden over all the pomegranate seeds we’ve planted?

Will you trust that Spring will return?

Will you still believe me when I tell you I will become a raging river, and spill myself upon your dreams and call them to the surface of your life?

Can you trust me, even though you cannot tame me?

Can you love me, even though I am all that you fear and admire?

Will you fear my shifting shape?

Does it frighten you, when my eyes flash like your camera does?

Do you fear they will capture your soul?

Are you afraid to step into me?

The meat-eating plants and flowers armed with poisonous darts are not in my jungle to stop you from coming. Not you.

So do not worry. They belong to me, and I have invited you here.

Stay to the path revealed in the moonlight and arrive safely to the hut of Baba Yaga: the wild old wise one… she will not lead you astray if you are pure of heart.

You cannot be with the wild one if you fear the rumbling of the ground, the roar of a cascading river, the startling clap of thunder in the sky.

If you want to be safe, go back to your tiny room — the night sky is not for you.

If you want to be torn apart, come in. Be broken open and devoured. Be set ablaze in my fire.

I will not leave you as you have come: well dressed, in finely-threaded sweaters that keep out the cold.

I will leave you naked and biting. Leave you clawing at the sheets. Leave you surrounded by owls and hawks and flowers that only bloom when no one is watching.

So, come to me, and be healed in the unbearable lightness and darkness of all that you are.

There is nothing in you that can scare me. Nothing in you I will not use to make you great.

A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature. She is the source of all your primal desires, and she is the wild whipping wind that uproots the poisonous corn stalks on your neatly tilled farm.

She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.

She will see to it that you shall rise again.

She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.

(c) Alison Nappi 2015

First Date
Someplace quiet


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