Don't forget to kill Phillip.

Heather Strydom(:
I'm 18/straight from cottage grove minnesota.
yeaah.

Apr 7

Just kidding, it all makes sense

I was meant for myself. #iammyownbestfriend #cantdisagreewiththeself.


I must have been born to be a loner.

Is it unreasonable to want to be understood? To feel accepted? Cause I’ll tell you nothaving any friends anymore who can relate and to be so far from the part of your family you can talk to, you begin to feel alone. I just want him to understand, he’s all I have and if he doesn’t, then I am truly alone. And I feel so lost. Does everyone just comfort themselves? Or am I just about the only person that feels this is important? Why can’t I ever feel a certain way without someone saying I’m blowing something out of porportion? Sorry that’s important to me, whether it is to you or not, we are two different people and what’s a big deal to you and what’s a big deal to me are going to be different and if you can’t try to understand instead of ignoring me because I’m “working myself up” then this is never going to work. Your mine and I shouldn’t feel alone when I have someone. Sorry.


Dec 4

i feel doomed to repeat all my stupid mistakes.


“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. 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 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.”
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had to reblog because theres a very special douchebag out there that i wish i could say this to. fuck off homeslice.

had to reblog because theres a very special douchebag out there that i wish i could say this to. fuck off homeslice.

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Nov 10

goes hand in hand with “its cool, i don’t like me much either.”

goes hand in hand with “its cool, i don’t like me much either.”

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Nov 1
“I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.” Winona Ryder (via blackcubs)

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relevant

relevant

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