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"Just never forget that a guy isn’t doing you a favor by seeing/touching your body, or having sex with you. You are giving him the gift of you, and they should appreciate and love every inch or gtfo."


Well said, couldn’t agree more.


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i need some physical affection and 3 bottles of vodka 

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"You cannot leave me like that. You cannot make my life centred around you and leave."

— (via byetakecare)

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"I realize after his touch
he would know me

years from now, even
in the dark, even

without my skin."

Phil Memmer, “The Paleontologist’s Blind Date,” from Threat of Pleasure. (via vapourise)

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"You love a person so much that you let them eat you alive. Watch curiously as they pick out the parts of you from between their teeth with a fingernail. Kiss their incisors after and say ‘thank god I was here’"

— Azra.T “Toothpick” (via 5000letters)

"A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.

But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time."

Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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In another world you and I would have been perfect for each other. Don’t ask me how I know this, I do. This isn’t a question or a prayer or a hope. These are the facts: in another world, we would have been perfect for each other. In this world I imagine that I would still drive you crazy. That’s okay, I wouldn’t want it to be different. Because I’ll still call you lazy and you’ll still be trying to figure me out and we’ll still be touching each other at all hours of the day. No complications. Just like that. So easy that we could never imagine that in another world it wouldn’t be just the same. Just like when you drop juice on your beard and I wipe it away with a finger. Like that. Just like feeling cold in the winter and rolling over to curl into the warmth of you. Like that. Just like running knuckles down the bridge of your spine and feeling your arch like a cat.

In this world, we are kissing each other constantly. I am always trying to drink the coffee from your mouth and I am always unwilling to let you finish your sentences. We are childish in our longing and these are all kinds of kissing. Desperate ones, bird pecks, nose touches, long, slow tongue-filled cusps. These kisses feel like enough because they are. Because there is no time limit and no guilt. Because in this world, I know that you will take me by the hand and undress me and press your mouth to the parts of me that I hate the most. I will still hate them but you will not and that will stay the same.

In this world, we are always fighting for who’s on top and most of the time, you win. My wrists will end up caught in your hands, your teeth marks on my shoulders for days. But there are quiet moments in nondescript evenings when I will sit on your lap with my hands on your shoulders and our spirit music is swelling everything with emotion, you will take my chin into your hands and look into my eyes and say ‘you consume me.’ In both this world, and the other one, I will shiver from the onslaught of you.

But right now, I will think about putting my hands on your chest and feeling your exhale, I will tell you about the songs I like and how I hope they will make your soul feel joyful. In the world we live in, I will call you at 2AM and fall asleep to the noises you can only make at night. We will talk about our days and the distance and everything in between and it will be so easy and so full that I will breathe the words down the line to you so gentle that you won’t hear them. I will say ‘in a perfect world, we would be wonderful together.’ And you will breathe in a gasp of tired acknowledgement and say ‘yes, i know.’


Azra.T "A Perfect World" (via 5000letters)

"The worst kind of love is when you love
through the disgusting—
when you’re bad for each other
and you know it
and you keep on loving
and it tears you apart.
The worst is when you can’t get enough of it.
You’re running to their mouth
like you’re looking for a fix;
you promise yourself,
just one last time.
But the last time becomes the next time
and you wear their bruises
in a ring around your neck,
and tell yourself it’s poetic
to wear hickeys like a hanging.
You try to shake them from your bones,
but they’ve soaked into the marrow,
made sponges of your femurs.
Your legs give out at the knees
and you call it love.
They say the warning sign
is when you think you need one another.
They say that’s where it starts.
But you’ve never loved by halves
and you don’t know how to stop.
The worst is when you lose yourself loving
but you have always loved that way
and you don’t think there’s anything
you can do about it."

2 AM Sunrise, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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"Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?"

— Midnight thoughts (what made you so sad)

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"He’d tried to explain it to her, how accidents happen but we really are safe. But there was, already, the sense that nothing he said touched what was really bothering her, which was the realization that you can’t stop bad things from happening to other people, other things. And that would be hard forever. He’d never quite gotten used to it himself."

— Megan Abbott, The Fever: A Novel (via amatteroftiming)

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moment of silence for all my wasted potential

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People.. such strange creatures.

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