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"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 dothelittlethings)

(Source: onedirtydiamond, via c0olwhispers)

tia-ait:

allyourstoriesarestale:

arctic-wankies:

havok-and-turner:

did someone say they wanted this slower

Another version… And I’m dead again

Shittttttttt r I p me !!!

oh god
i-cant-sink-down:

letgodbaby:

True love

goals.

twenty-little-tragedies:

Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho/The Way He Looks (2014)

(via toolazytobeanoriginalblogger)

When You Capitalize The First Letter Of Each Word It Looks Like The Title Of A Fall Out Boy Song

By Panic! At The Disco

zovai:

goals
vis comm stuff (aka. the sharpest selfie i have ever taken)

thefunerarydirgeofaviolinist:

If I don’t reblog this just assume I died.

(Source: thranduilings, via ayechevelleee)

teabaq: