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 therealamandahendrick)
I want something like this
So after months and months of planning, I got this tattoo. When I saw the photo in their album, for some reason, it immediately spoke to me. I’ve spent a lot of the past couple years working on myself and making sure that I don’t let others define who I am. The 1975 aren’t afraid to define themselves as people and through their music. For me, this image represents drawing your own box, rather than letting someone put you in a box. By drawing your own box, you are making sure to define yourself. And the rectangle is unfinished because you’re constantly defining yourself. This image means so much to me, and I hope that I’ll be able to explain that to all of them the next time I see them :)
hippe sabotage - stay high (tove lo flip) / tove lo - habits (ft. hippe sabotage)
i want the pb one
I wish my friends would take random pictures of me when we hang out because I’m an arrogant prick and I want more pictures of myself that aren’t selfies.