I refuse to feel bad and sorry for myself tonight. I refuse. I saw the Dark Knight Rises, I spent the night with some friends, I had a good dinner and I have my beer. I refuse to let anything bring me down.
I can’t. I don’t have a choice. I have to keep things from getting to me and eating me away. There are some things that I can’t change, and I need to accept those and move on. I need to focus on me and my life. I need to focus on school. I need to focus on work. I need to focus on making myself better. I can’t focus on my lack of love.
I can’t. I don’t have a choice. I have to keep things from getting to me and eating me away. Otherwise, I’ll forget to stand.
“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.
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.”—Anonymous, Sex is not a goddamn performance. (via creatingaquietmind)
If you had to marry someone that you personally know (no actresses), who would your top three picks be (married, etc. doesn't matter)?
That’s an interesting question…since you probably don’t know people from my life lol but who cares.
Samantha K. - my best friend for the past 3 years, and pretty much the best and strongest person I know. Words can’t really do her justice. Random conversations make everything heart chip. Plus, she’s already part of the family.
Becca M. - A fun, smart and sharp blonde I met in my Junior year. There were times we’d just look at each other and we’d know what the other was thinking. If only she weren’t engaged…
Caitlyn U. - My best friend from high school. We’ve helped each other through many times. As an art student, she can give things a face that some can’t even fully imagine, and she has such a unique way to see the world.