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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 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 grrrlstudies)

(Source: nikolaiolivier)

Welcome to My bedroom!!
My lights, my tv, wall paintings and posters… XD

Trip guide: our friend The Walrus
Visual effect aid: Diffraction glasses.

Enjoy!

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

Tell me about yourself?

1. Any scars?
—too many to count

2. Relationship status?
—happily in love

3. Crush?
—just on my bf :)

4. Kissed anyone?
—too many hahah

5. Coke or Pepsi?
—Pepsi

6. Someone you hate?
—Hate is a strong word…

7. Best Friends?
—maybe 2 or 3

8. Have you ever done alcohol or drugs?
—done alcohol? Lmao, but yes, both.

9. What’s your dream job?
—event advertisement

10. Ever been in love?
—yes, twice

11. Last time you cried?
—A couple days ago

12. Favorite color?
—lime green

13. Height?
—5’10”

14. Birthday?
—October 11

15. Eye color?
—blue

16. Hair color?
—light brown

17. What do you love?
—music

18. Obsession?
—music, again

19. If you had one wish, what would it be?
—infinite wishes

20. Do you love someone?
—you already asked this :/

21. Kiss or hug?
—hugs. Who doesn’t love hugs?

22. Nicknames people call you?
—Trish

23. Favorite song?
—Don’t You Worry Child

24. Favorite band/artist?
—Blackmill

25. Worst thing that has ever happened to you?
—my last breakup

26. Best thing that has ever happened to you?
—finding my current BF

27. Something you would change about yourself?
—my weight

28. Ever dated someone?
—plenty

29. Worst mistake?
—cooking bacon naked

30. Watch the movie or read the book?
—book first, then movie

31. Ever had a heartbreak?
—yes :(

32. Favorite show?
— Big Bang Theory

33. Best day of your life?
—3 days if UMF

34. Any talents?
—gloving, and singing

35. Do you wish you could ever start over?
—always

36. Any bad habits?
—I’m clingy

37. Ever had a near death experience?
—I probably have

38. Someone I can tell anything to?
—My BF

39. Ever lost a loved one?
—My grandparents and then 2 friends to suicide

40. Do you believe in love?
—yes

41. Someone you hate/Dislike?
—Miley, Bieber, etc….

42. Are you okay?
—not really, I’ve been better

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