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.
(Reblogged from thescientificnatureofsex)

Wednesday.

One week till my 20th birthday and I have this feeling no one will remember.
None of my friends will put thought into a gift like I try to do. Not that I want anything but its like no one cares.
I probably wont have a party because everyone is too busy or has better things to do. Or they wont want to spend money to go to fright night or anything.
So I’ll most likely be alone for my 20th.
Im just so fucking sick of everything and everyone.

(Reblogged from itschel-uh-see)

I’m so sick of everything in my life turning to shit. I’m sick of everyone walking out on me. I’m sick of being alone. What the hell did I do to deserve this loneliness? Why have all my “friends” turned their backs on me when I was always there for them? Why am I still always there for them even after not talking for months or years? Why is it the one person that makes me happiest is gone? The one person I love and shared the fireworks with who loves me even if it’s forbidden, won’t talk to me.
Silence. 
Silence is the worst pain I have ever felt. Silence is all I’ve come to know and silence is the only thing that is consistent in my life.
I want to break thw silence.  I want my old life back when I was happy and myself. This person here and now I do not recognize. I’ve become a stranger to myself.
And it all started with the silence.

(Reblogged from letoceanwavescarryouout)
(Reblogged from clumzychloe)
cofeecigarettes:

sixsixtyfour:

incandescen-ce:

Wow stunning naturally

she’s perfect everyone else can leave

i love you

cofeecigarettes:

sixsixtyfour:

incandescen-ce:

Wow stunning naturally

she’s perfect everyone else can leave

i love you

(Source: demidovoto)

(Reblogged from itschel-uh-see)
I love her

I love her

(Source: last-night-on-earth90)

(Reblogged from itschel-uh-see)

I love her

(Source: alianovnataliasoldblog)

(Reblogged from anothersliceofcheesecake)

millika:

How to know which boy you like:

1. Get very drunk

2. You will cry about the boy you like

(Reblogged from subconsciousdaydreams)

You seriously disgust me.

(Reblogged from marla-rae)
(Reblogged from moniitumbles)