I miss Vietnam so much.

"The honeymoon phase never has to end."

Jimmy Fallon (on marriage)

(Source: camilledope, via pekopekopompom)

justin-ancheta:

Childish Gambino | Sober 

(via em-lc)

"From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people."

(Source: mydeepest-fear, via 1112pm)

nickmiller:

You and me
is a place
I hope we
travel to
one day.
Once we go,
maybe
we’ll decide
to stay.

I can’t wait to travel the world one day. To explore every inch of experiences there is. I can’t wait to wake up to the familiar sun rays in an unfamiliar place. To taste different foods, see different colors, to hear different voices and to feel. I can’t wait to do all this with the person I love.  

"

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 clitoris, 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.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

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 giggle when I suck your nipple, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet tongue 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. I’ll show you mine. Fucking scream. Let go. Let your memory swallow it. I’ll fuck you to make you feel.

This isn’t a test.

"

feminism5ever:

gonna start saying “whitemanning” instead of “b*tching” from now on because white men complain way more than girls tbh

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