officialjferrari:

basically.

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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 vagina, 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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- (via fuckoff-mondays)

(Source: nikolaiolivier, via 70s-postmiserablisms)

tin-pan-ali:

sanguinarysanguinity:

zuky:

poodleduke:

yungtoothpic:

Dad goals

that’s the cutest demonstration of wingchun i have seen my entire life

Gently demonstrating two dozen blocks, traps, intercepts and strikes in a few seconds — an early and advanced education for a child who will likely grow up with an acute eye and feel for how the body works.

Just lovely.

Plus a smooch! :D
fierrrrrrce:

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astarteastarte:

"Darling I Do"
Landon Pigg (with Lucy Schwartz)

Golden leaves looked brown to me, the world had less color without you
Shapes in the sky, looked plain to my eye, the world had less color without you
I know pleny’ of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like I do
Darling I do

Notes on the keys, meant nothing to me
The world didn’t sing without you
Birds in the trees, felt sorry for me
The world didn’t sing without you
Without you

I know pleny’ of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like I do
Darling I do, darling I do see you

I know pleny’ of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like I
I know pleny’ of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like I know
Pleny’ of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like I do
Darling I do, darling I do, darling I do,I do,
Darling I do, Darling I do, see you
(mmmmmmmmm mmmmmm)

(via blueklectic)

the only plot twist worth mentioning: "the face of boe, they called me."

clouetvis:

House of Dior @ MMoA (x)

(Source: steampunkgasoline, via iwantadragon)

failingmessage:

xitrus:

tropicaloceans:

waaaavvvvees:

s-ukino:

lrrationality:

new favourite poem. this is so powerful.

this is so beautiful. 

omg

I love this so much

why cant i write like this im crying 

so perfect 

sub-kasia:

Follow Sir

Follow his little kitten

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