I love this man…

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Discovering sex was like discovering writing. It was powerful in a way couldn’t explain. Like writing, you had to go beyond the guilt and shame to get to anything good. Like writing, it could take you to deep and mysterious subterranean levels. With each new depth I found out things about myself I didn’t know I knew. And, like writing, for a slip of a moment it could be spiritual, the cosmos pivoting on a pin, could empty and fill you all at once like a Ganges, a Piazzolla tango, a tulip bending in the wind. I was no one, I was nothing, and I was everything in the universe little and large—twig, cloud, sky. How had this incredible energy been denied me!

Sandra Cisneros, Guadalupe the Sex Goddess (via mangoestho)

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Love this table.  Always have.

Love this table. Always have.

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I dont want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.

Then sex.

Unknown (via perfect)

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Buy me all of them

The names suit all the colours so fucking well

FUCKING  PORN

Because I know a lot of you will appreciate this post.
-Shelby

Love this!

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The master has failed more times than the beginner has even tried.

Stephen McCranie (via aestheticintrovert)  (via nezua)

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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

The Little Prince  (via thatkindofwoman)

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I just wanted to be enough.

6 word story  (via the-healing-nest)

Whoa…

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Anyone whose goal is ‘something higher’ must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via entropy-entropy)

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wickedclothes:

Dragon’s Breath Fire Opal Necklace

Sitting on top of a heart-shaped vine, this fire opal is a deep fuchsia red with blue fleck. Pendant is made of sterling silver-plated brass. Hung on a 15” chain. Sold on Etsy.

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one thing I don’t need
is any more apologies
i got sorry greetin me at my front door
you can keep yrs
i don’t know what to do wit em
they don’t open doors
or bring the sun back
they don’t make me happy
or get a mornin paper
didn’t nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars
cuz a sorry.
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i want you to know
this waz an experiment
to see how selifsh i cd be
if i wd really carry on to snare a possible lover
if i waz capable of debasin my self for the love of another
if i cd stand not being wanted
when i wanted to be wanted
& i cannot
so
with no further assistance & no guidance from you
i am endin this affair

this note is attached to a plant
I’ve been waterin since the day i met you
you may water it
yr damn self
__________________________________________

i loved you on purpose
i was open on purpose
i still crave vulnerability & close talk
& i’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry
you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna
just dont give it to me
i cant use another sorry
next time
you should admit
you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out
steada bein sorry alla the time
enjoy bein yrself

Excerpts: Ntozake Shange, for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf (via absurdistdreams)

Love this… Always have

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It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

Gabriel García Márquez (RIP April 17, 2014)

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