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.
TITLE: UnknownI Want To Know Your Plans
ARTIST: Unknown Say Anything
give up the ocean
and become the land
but i have never
but the wild of water
and the way
just like my heartbeat
i don’t think i will
for not being quiet enough for
All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness.
: Hey, I live in Colorado Springs. Let's hang out.
We should! I’m so bad at making friends lol. I’M still stuck in Virginia for a while but when I get there we should meet up (: on mollie and I like your blog!
: BEN TURNED OUT TO BE A FUCKBOY LMAO MY LIFE IS A JOKE BESIDES HIS FACE LOOKS LIKE A PLASTIC MASK LIKE THEY WORE ON THE PURGE
WTF MAN. WHAT DID HE DO