This time next week, i’ll be running along the beach in Greece. Fuck yeah.
Must. Rave. More.
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.
If you aren’t having this kind of sex, ya done goofed.
— (via budddha)
Slowly learning that in the end, all you truly have is yourself. This year has been the biggest eye opener of my entire life. I’ve felt immensely lonely this past while, but I have so much time to focus on me, and clear my thoughts, its incredible. I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and that’s the thing. Things never stop happening. Life stops for no one. People leave, things change, shit happens. I’ve been sad. I’m sad, I’m lonely. I feel completely empty. But day by day, I’m rebuilding myself into the person I want to become. I’m focusing on positivity, and remembering shambhala and all the valuable lessons it taught me. I’m learning that friends come and go, relationships have potential to end, and eventually, my family will grow old and die. I’m learning to accept things for as they are, in the moment. I’m an over-thinker and it almost damn destroys me half the time because I drive myself to the brink of insanity. It’s all about balance. Breaking down things one by one, and handling each thing at a time. Eventually, I know I’ll be okay. And for right now, it’s a struggle. But I cannot help but be fearful for the future, while simultaneously excited. I have no idea what lies ahead, but that’s the beauty of it. All I know, is I am thankful for this life I live, the fact I have a roof above my head, clean water to drink, a beating heart, and a beautiful sun to look at. I have unconditionally loving parents who put up with me and my shenanigans, a rad as balls boyfriend who’s a little rough around the edges, but love him with all my heart anyways, and an amazing job that is helping me slowly but surely pay off my visa bill and save up for new adventures to be had! I’ve done my time. I’ve harped and harped and harped on the fact a large chunk of people willingly chose to leave years and years of friendship in the dust and abandon me because I wanted to be with someone I love. I hope one day they fall truly, deeply, madly in love and realize how immensely painful they made this for me. The one thing I would NEVER have done, they did with no hesitation. And that, in my head, is absolutely unforgivable.
Like I said, in the end, all you truly have is yourself. I’m learning to love myself. I’m learning to be filled with joy, all over again. I’m learning to find beauty in everyday life, and in the people I meet. Constantly learning, constantly growing. I may not have a structured plan, but I sure as hell know what I want to be. And that is, simply…happy.
I don’t get why girls are so dramatic about football season. Like if you think that’s bad you should try dating a full time gamer lmfao
The shitty thing about working industry is being surrounded by honestly boardline alcoholics hahaha. like I have nothing against people wanting to go out and get shmammered, like go ahead and do yo thang! it’s just awkward when it’s a Monday and everyone’s like “LETS GET FUCKED UP!” when I genuinely want to go home and drink tea.
SKY FULL OF STARS IS SUCH A DAMN GOOD SONG.
I LOVE BASS. It used to give me a headache, but now all I want to do is shove my ear up to a speaker and get lost in the noise.