wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up


and time is not poison
but once you drink it all you’ll die
so let’s just sip it real slow



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if you’re ever feeling down and unappreciated just think of the members of maroon 5 that aren’t adam levine 


if you’re ever feeling down and unappreciated just think of the members of maroon 5 that aren’t adam levine 


If you have boobs but you are still paying for your drinks, contact us, you might be doing something wrong.

∞: SEX



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.








i hope whoever i marry doesn’t get annoyed with how often i want to have sex


Slow dancing in a burning room - Continuum

Friday Night


How can I forget?

The cuts you’ve made are still red,

The smell of your hair still fills my nose.

You are insane, vicious,

But I love it.

Hope you don’t regret it,

Hope you don’t forget me.

Sober talks and drunken kisses,

Staying up all night in random hotel rooms,

Making out in elevators and corridors.

We were free, alone and complete.

Finishing each others thoughts

And living our lives.

Why couldn’t it remain?

Where are you now?

Far away, thinking about him

And forgetting about me.


Gosh i went in to have a shower and in the shower there was a ketchup. o_O And ketchup is not a metaphor of anything, there was a family sized ketchup, in the shower. Bye.