Monday, September 1, 2014

danelimax:

white-wid0w:

sexlibris:

"Morning lazy sex" for iamartemisday 

this is gorgeous

like honestly if we weren’t so repulsed be each other’s breath…..

(Source: kneel-before-the-godofmischief)

gottalovelesbians:

I’m sore…I need a massage

between my legs

with your tongue

I looked into his eyes, and all I saw was your smile. (230/365) by (DS)

You glued the pieces
of my tarnished soul
back together

Only to
crush it between
your elegant fingers
and leave
minuscule fragments

And you laughed
when I cut
my fingers
trying to remake
the impossible

untitled /// t.f. (via delicate—souls)
I refuse to be your second choice.
Not when you were my first.
Not when I didn’t even have a choice.
(via thoseconstellations)
God, I want to hate you. 6 word story by K.L (via aztecianlipstick)
dreamingtravesty:

"I only started liking him after he lost interest in me." (k.c.w.)

dreamingtravesty:

"I only started liking him after he lost interest in me." (k.c.w.)

It hurts,
But at least now
I’ll write good
Poetry.
Ten word story (via blossomfully)
26letterscombined:

"Someday" by me.
Poem 7/7 in the “7 days of capturing” series.

26letterscombined:

"Someday" by me.

Poem 7/7 in the “7 days of capturing” series.

It’s okay to have weird patches on the bottoms of your feet
And scars where your toes join your soles.
It’s okay to have thick ankles with grooved ladders up the back and places where the razor nicked or missed.
It’s okay if your stubble never goes away and you have more scarred bug bites than freckles and the “definition” on your legs is all lighting.
It’s okay that your thighs are bumpy and big and squishy and thick and strong.
It’s okay if there’s red grooves where they touch and meet your pelvis and the hair there is coarse and short from attempts to keep it away.
It’s okay that your belly is soft even when you flex and your waist isn’t tiny at all and your hip bones will never poke up at your bikini.
It’s okay if your ribcage is big; that’s what holds your heart.
That’s what holds your lungs when you’re sad and giving up and they push you on anyway.
It’s okay if your boobs are little or big or droopy or flat or perky or wide or thin or not there at all.
It’s okay to have big nipples.
It’s okay to have small nipples.
It’s okay to have hairy nipples.
It’s okay that your skin bunches up at armpits; everyone’s does.
It’s okay that you’re covered in skin and thick flesh, scars and freckles, moles and stretch marks and hair.
It’s okay to sweat and smell and forget to brush your teeth sometimes.
It’s okay if your shoulders are huge and you can’t see your collarbone without shrugging and your arms sag and your cuticles are beyond repair.
It’s okay to have flesh between your chin and your jawline, and have acne there and on your temples, forehead, cheeks, chin, and that space right between your (un)tweezed eyebrows.
Hair is okay. All hair and lack thereof is okay.
All of it is okay.
Things to say to yourself in the bathtub (via weinerchesters)
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