single-minded to the point of recklessness
RFRSH MSG ARCHV RNDM THM
cowboycliche:

One of my favorite twitter exchanges
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 sexual-feelings)

sayofthelivinganything:

It literally kills me when men think they know women’s fashion better than women

worldpeaces:

do you ever just want to hold someone in your arms for about 37 years

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Nick Jonas at a Secret Performance in LA by Galore

make me choose (5SOS version): anon asked calum’s candids or michael’s candids

I WANNA KISS THEIR CUTE LIL FACES

lastmimzy:

The cat’s like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HOME

*gets a sugar daddy just to pay for textbooks*
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