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 budddha)
fuckyeahbieberbitch:

dovaking27:


Michael Jackson tells Bubbles the chimp in sign language to sit the fuck down and stop stealing sips of his tea. 

That’s the most gangsta thing I’ve ever seen.


always reblog

fuckyeahbieberbitch:

dovaking27:

Michael Jackson tells Bubbles the chimp in sign language to sit the fuck down and stop stealing sips of his tea. 

That’s the most gangsta thing I’ve ever seen.

always reblog

Relaxing

Relaxing

*something falls behind my bed*

candi4olitz:

itunestore:

"well it was really nice having that thing. Goodbye”

*phone falls behind the bed*

Take mattress off the bed, pulls out bed frame, move everything that falls behind the bed previously to get to the phone. Phew

saturnineacedia:

Josh Homme was born for lyrics like “I ain’t no extra, baby, I’m a leading man.”

me: *catches my reflection in the mirror* nice!