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Little Red.
Little Red.
Arms are starting to get lean & shoulders appreciation post.
Posted 1 day ago with 2 notes
"After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week."
— (via rumour)

(Source: sensxal-bliss, via storergoestocollege)

Posted 6 days ago with 455 notes

ALKALINE TRIO IS TONIGHT. OH MAMMA.

Posted 1 week ago with 5 notes
blackbruise:

Banksy’s art always speaks so much truth! 🎨
Posted 1 week ago with 446 notes
The hosts even made bread and brownies 😍
Posted 1 week ago with 0 notes
This was perfect. Take me back. Converted railway carriage in Wales.
Posted 1 week ago with 0 notes
peone:

Casa Sanchia
Posted 1 week ago with 48 notes
You babe.
Posted 1 week ago with 0 notes
"

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 skwyrtle from reddit. (via nikolaiolivier)

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