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I just want to feel like I’m home again. But these days that seems unrealistic.

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1 day ago

borlax:

borlax:

I have watched this at least 15 times since I reblogged this several hours ago

it has been several weeks and I probably have watched this easily 100 times

😂😂😂😂😂

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2 days ago

six word story  (via verbautezukunft)

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I’m a thinker, not a talker.
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3 days ago

Anonymous (via suspend)

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The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.
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3 days ago
sexpansion:

René Magritte - The Lovers (1928) X Crystal Castles - Not in Love (2010)

sexpansion:

René Magritte - The Lovers (1928) X Crystal Castles - Not in Love (2010)

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3 days ago

William Shakespeare  (via harryrella)

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Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he callin’ me NyQuil
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3 days ago

(via lushlyps)

if you cum and she doesn’t, you just fucked up.

(via luckysuckyfucky)

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If you cum and she doesn’t…you didn’t fuck her, she fucked you.
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3 days ago

(via tilthe)

(Source: nikolaiolivier, via alezzzbhonest)

Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

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3 days ago