maybe i build walls to see who cares enough to break them down.
But people keep disappointing
"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 jenikkafrancinee)
This is all I could ever hope for.
(Source: onedirtydiamond, via sir-ryan-lancelot)
Anonymous asked: Just one photo of the bottom of your feet? It'll make my month!
Anonymous asked: No problem c: whatever happens I know you'll get through it and shit. You're strong enough to do so and I believe in you as well c:
You don’t understand how much I needed to hear this! Thank you so much (: would you mind coming off anon love? 💜