"Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It’s toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness."-Unknown (via perfect)
perhaps, the problem is not the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving.
- warsan shire
*follower confession* I’ve been with 4 people since we broke up and the only way I’ve been able to orgasm with all of them is when I close my eyes and think about my birthday when you went down on me by the fireplace and I came so hard that I started crying.
-Dust, by me (Bex)
has ever understood
the way in which
I feel connected to a
speck of dust that floats through
the air in the middle of the
afternoon when the light is leaking through the
dirty window of my bedroom and I see myself
because I’m like that, I think we all are sometimes
floating wordlessly while keeping some real meaning in our clandestine hearts
I feel connected to everything in some way, I just find it’s
impossible to walk over to someone and say, “Hi, do you ever wake
up in the morning and know the universe is going to surprise you that
day?” In the quiet spaces between breaths, I think that no one will ever really
feel the way that I do, but I don’t truly believe that, because I can see
us lying in a body of grass that’s moving in the wind, like waves in the ocean
lips pressed to your ear asking questions like, “Do you even believe yourself when you talk?”“What was
your life like when you were thirteen?”“Do you remember the first time you realized your parents were just
regular people?” and “When you see an orange sunset, does it ever make you think of me?”And I can
see confusion paint your face whenever you start to realize I’m too much of a mess for you to take on
and I will forgive you, because I am nothing more, than a speck of dust in the air, suspended in time forever."
"The past beats inside me like a second heart."-John Banville, from The Sea (Vintage, 2006)
So I’m pretty sure my vagina is broken. I haven’t had a decent orgasm in almost a week. They’re all weak and it sucks.