Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.

Elizabeth Taylor (via tiredgoblin)

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I don’t trust myself to be alone anymore, I’ve never been so scared

pluviophile

(n.) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. (via dingyfeathers)

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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.

Claim her, love her, fuck her, spoil her, be faithful to her, trust her and she will remain yours.

Unknown (via felicefawn)

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I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.

Ernest Hemingway  (via dingyfeathers)

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ohsupuniverse:

jessbonanni:

The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.

That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.

One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Hans Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.

wow so i learned something new.

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All i want is to love and be loved

But everything in my life up until now has made me so diseased and filthy i just want to take a shower from the inside out. I don’t think anyone can love that.