when the one person you love and needs turns on you and rips your heart out of your chest
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.
(Source: iamhelterskelter, via trustinstoriesandfiction)
oh go ride a cock you fucking slut
arghhhhhhhhhhh i hate you
i’m so in love with you #happygirl
gym was good today, only one more stone to lose!!!
you’re going to cure me i can feel it
you make me feel so perfect
i just want to feel perfect for you
you’re all i could ever want