August 2012
July 2012
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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.
” —(via smelsea)
“Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.”
—Haruki Murakami (via maddierose)
I Find It Really Fucking Humorus
When I post cheap photos of tacos, cigars, and beer (the jello shot isn’t mine) they get likes, and the moment I post photos of things I put time into *i.e. my bike photos and things* and they get no attention.
Tumblr, you kind of disappoint me sometimes.
Dear Drug Dealer with Dyslexia
Stop giving out MY number to your clients so I can get some rest at 2am. I aint got your boi’s QP, cool?
Last Four Pandora Songs
Apollo I: The Writing Writer- Coheed and Cambria
Blue Collar Man- Styx
If I Ain’t Got You (Live)- Alicia Keys
Black Sea Blues- William Lee Ellis
Needless to say, my musical taste is really weird.
