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Jul 23, 2014 / 22,331 notes
blimeygames:

mistercococat:

coco! what do your cat eyes see?

ALL.
Jul 23, 2014 / 135,537 notes

blimeygames:

mistercococat:

coco! what do your cat eyes see?

ALL.

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Jul 23, 2014 / 9,384 notes
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
Jul 23, 2014 / 419,949 notes
sourire-ala-vie:

Sicily, Italy
Jul 23, 2014 / 18,675 notes

sourire-ala-vie:

Sicily, Italy

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Jul 23, 2014 / 21,484 notes
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cashcats:

my love ain’t free
Jul 15, 2014 / 3,748 notes

cashcats:

my love ain’t free

vegan-yums:


Raw Cashew Superfood Chocolate Cake with Pink Cream Frosting / Recipe
Jul 15, 2014 / 807 notes

vegan-yums:

Raw Cashew Superfood Chocolate Cake with Pink Cream Frosting / Recipe

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loooope:

money tree$
Jul 15, 2014 / 14,052 notes

loooope:

money tree$

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Jul 15, 2014 / 404,386 notes

Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

via skwyrtle from reddit. (via nikolaiolivier)

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Jul 14, 2014 / 402,255 notes
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Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.
Jul 14, 2014 / 233,167 notes
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