19 year old girl from Colorado. I am a soccer freak and want to play pro one day. I have a rare form of CP. I am a big music fan as well, play bass, guitar, and drums. I am also a writer and video game addict.
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kingofderse:

Do you ever just want to kiss someone so bad that you just cant focus on anything but how their lips might feel moving against yours and how great it would be to hold them close and cover their face in little bitty kisses until you two are both giggling messes

Wow

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I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

  • Dear person I hate,
  • Dear person I like,
  • Dear ex boyfriend,
  • Dear ex girlfriend,
  • Dear ex bestfriend,
  • Dear bestfriend,
  • Dear *anyone*,
  • Dear Santa,
  • Dear mom,
  • Dear dad,
  • Dear future me,
  • Dear past me,
  • Dear person I’m jealous of,
  • Dear person I had a crush on,
  • Dear girlfriend,
  • Dear boyfriend,
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doinitmovin:

I have no interest in one night stands.

I have no interest in 6 month stands.

I have no interest in love made for movie screens.

I want for someone to take my body and soul,

and spend the rest of their life with me.

I want another human to fall asleep next to me

tomorrow and the next day and an eternity after that.

Someone who I wake up next to and never have wonder if they are going to leave. 

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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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(via ladies-and-tattoos)

This is explicit, but it’s something I believe so much.