May 25, 2013

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May 25, 2013
suavedandy:

the Great Gatsby

suavedandy:

the Great Gatsby

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May 24, 2013
nevver:

You

nevver:

You

May 24, 2013
rehush:

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rehush:

undefined

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May 24, 2013

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May 24, 2013

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May 24, 2013

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May 24, 2013

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May 24, 2013
howlongtillleakycon:

77 Days Until Leakycon London 

howlongtillleakycon:

77 Days Until Leakycon London 

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May 24, 2013

You can’t NOT reblog this. It’s like the Tumblr After Dark/Night Blogger Logo. It’s like our fucking Bat signal.


You can’t NOT reblog this. It’s like the Tumblr After Dark/Night Blogger Logo. It’s like our fucking Bat signal.

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May 20, 2013
"

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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May 19, 2013

2460onetruepairing:

kairisma:

melbudz:

swing-set-in-december:

YEP.

THE ACCURACY OF THIS HURTS A LITTLE.

THE ACCURACY OF THIS HURTS A LOT.

GPOY

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May 19, 2013

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May 19, 2013

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May 19, 2013

kaitrokowski:

I am not proud of my language. 
Not the vulgarity, but the weight;
I know that I use the word “hate” more often than “love”
I say “I’m mad” more often than “I’m grateful” 
I say “goodbye”
more often than I mean “goodbye.” 

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