"When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other."
- (via zevksiz)
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"I already saw that on Tumblr."
- literally everything (via casualfacestroking)
(Source: beccaliving, via nineteendrew)
the sheriff having to consider the possibility that he could lose his only son the exact same way he lost his wife and still not having answers to any his hundreds of questions
… Go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground like a skyscraper.
(Source: cantdisguise, via purplepriincess)
HE NASTY, BUT HE GOT MONEY DOE
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