Sex is not a goddamn performance.
Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.
It should not require confidence.
Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.
Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.
You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.
It’s not about being “good in bed.”
It’s about being happy.
One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.
What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.
Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.
Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.
I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.
I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.
Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.
I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.
“Good in bed,” what.
You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.
Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.
This isn’t a test.
People have said what love feels like to them, and they aren’t wrong. Love is the most terrible, terrifying, wonderful, painful, beautiful thing. It’s actually every feeling that can be felt. When you are in love, you feel everything, as if it were new. New love is nice, but new love is hard. And it only gets harder. You go places, you do things, and everything is different and new, and things that you did alone, you can now do together, and they aren’t weird because this person has the same interests as you. Everything will remind you of them if you are without them because you are so used to doing everything alone. When you are apart, you ache to be with them. It is a physical pain, and you feel it in your bones. When they upset you, or you fight, it is as if the very fibers of your soul are being torn apart, atom by atom. But when things are great, you are unstoppable. Love is always the same, but it is always different. Things will never be as they were the day before. Things change constantly. You sit and you think, and those very thoughts influence your tomorrow. You never know how things will end up. And if you do, you’re doing something wrong. One thing I have learned is to stop expecting things, and to stop hoping. Because nothing hurts more than having your hopes ruined and crushed. When you love someone, the slightest things will upset you. “You know I only like sugar in my coffee” or “Why’d you use my …?” Assumptions get the best of you. You love someone, and you feel whole with them. They are your other half, and you expect them to know everything about you. Every little detail. But the fact is, they don’t. And you get upset about it. People fuck up, and it’s easier to notice when it’s someone that you are so close to. Most people think that kind gestures mean more when they come from a complete stranger, and it makes sense because they have no idea who you are, you could be a serial killer and they just were nice to you for no reason. But honestly, the people that do know you, and continue to love you, are fucking fantastic. Truth is, no one is fucking perfect or nice all the time or always smells good or always looks put together. Truth is, you’re probably a shit person who has bad shit happen to you, either way, when someone loves you through all that, and they still just fucking do nice shit for you, and they love you, it should mean the world to you. It is so easy to take for granted because it happens all the time. And that’s where love fails. I dunno. I’m just dumb. If you read this, thank you for your time, because I am sorry that I wasted it.
I’ve learned to love like no other. Our lives changed now, before our eyes. I’ve never felt so good about something in my life. My heart beats faster every time it gets closer to yours. Lets kick down the doors. They won’t know when we run away. And we’ll sing songs all the way. It’s something that’s so easy baby. Easy for you and me. Let’s find a way to let our hearts run free again. Just say your down with it. We’ll run all day to the beach and we’ll run on the boardwalk and dance all night to the sound of a breakdown. Just take it back and leave it all behind. I’m all yours. We’ll make it to the good times just be here through the bad. I choose to prove to be here til the end with you. I’ve been dreaming for a long time now. I’ll paint you the night sky, the brightest of skies. We’ll stare at it while you hold me close and we tilt our heads and I kiss you once. I’ll tell you I love you. For one day we’ll see, that forever and always, and always the story will be… Oh time won’t you stop for us tonight, and hear this cry of my heart one time. Oh heaven and all the stars in the sky, hear this cry of my heart tonight. Listen, I cry out to you, while my lungs hold back from bursting forth, hear my words so please don’t leave me here gasping for air. I need you near. I hold you dear to me.
So, I was talking to my little brother, and he like… idk. he has a youtube account and he actually uploads gameplay videos and he isn’t chubby anymore and he is taller than me and he is like…idk. he isn’t my baby brother anymore. omfg. oh, and he has a jew fro. idgi.
Hey followers, I love you guys. Ahha, and to all the people that I am following, you all have great blogs! yeah, I guess that’s all. <3