Finger Whispers.

everything in the whole wide world is sitting on my shoulders.

Anonymous asked: People actually say no to you? *falls over in shock and collapses for the next 6 hours*

Yeah well sometimes I get too full on and I have this thing I affectionately refer to as a “two date curse” where I go on two dates with people AND THEN THEY NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN

Anonymous asked: Hi! I am a man with fantasies of being stabbed during sex and would like you to try Cosmo Tip #3476 on me. Since this will probably end my life, I do have a last request: I would like you to make a video of the whole experience, set it to a background of the song "Lust" by Razed In Black and upload it to RedTube for posterity, and so my family can see how I died. Do we have a deal?

I’m sure we can arrange this, yes. Deal.

Anonymous asked: Sorry if you don't mind me asking but why don't you see any of your family?... why have you been pretty much shut out of all of their lives don't your brothers miss you and everything? i know i'm probably not helping the situation but i hope that one day you can see your little brother and everyone. *hugs*

If you search far back enough in my archives I’m sure I’ve answered this many times.

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.

rodneykong:

gotta reblog that crazy sex gif to let all my followers know i would do that sex act while doing the sex

(Source: oh-ro)

• if my own parents can’t love me how can I expect anyone else to
• if my own parents got rid of me when they supposedly loved me how can I expect everyone else not to, too.
• if my own parents can’t love me how can I expect anyone else to
• if my own parents got rid of me when they supposedly loved me how can I expect everyone else not to, too.
• if my own parents can’t love me how can I expect anyone else to
• if my own parents got rid of me when they supposedly loved me how can I expect everyone else not to, too.
• if my own parents can’t love me how can I expect anyone else to
• if my own parents got rid of me when they supposedly loved me how can I expect everyone else not to, too.
• if my own parents can’t love me how can I expect anyone else to
• if my own parents got rid of me when they supposedly loved me how can I expect everyone else not to, too.
• if my own parents can’t love me how can I expect anyone else to
• if my own parents got rid of me when they supposedly loved me how can I expect everyone else not to, too.
• if my own parents can’t love me how can I expect anyone else to
• if my own parents got rid of me when they supposedly loved me how can I expect everyone else not to, too.
• if my own parents can’t love me how can I expect anyone else to
• if my own parents got rid of me when they supposedly loved me how can I expect everyone else not to, too.
• if my own parents can’t love me how can I expect anyone else to
• if my own parents got rid of me when they supposedly loved me how can I expect everyone else not to, too.

Anyway right now I am continuing to cry because I miss my family so fucking much and I can’t remember my dad’s birthday. I want to ask Steven how his formal went but I’m too scared and I can’t even remember what grade Declan is in anymore and I want to ask how the baby is doing and I want to know how Nanna’s cancer is and I am pouring so much of myself into other people these past few weeks trying to keep them afloat and surrounded in light that I am accidentally letting little cracks appear and I just need a fucking break from work and everything.

RIght now all I want is to tip toe into our bedroom and slip into our bunkbeds and accidentally wake you up. I want you to swing your head over the side of the top bunk and tell me you love me. Tell me to have sweet dreams. You were eight years old. My love, my light.

i know it’s tuesday but i’ve been away from home so here is my weekend in dot point form as per usual

• message from ben in my spambox
• assemble troops
• go to bens with a bunch of others
• get drunk so ben has a drunk friend
• get very drunk
• burn ben
• fall over heaps
• - black out-
• - in cab -
• - pay for cab -
• - no further memories -
• - wake up at brians -
• - how did i get here -
• go home
• AFL with Josh
• RIchmond win!!!!!!
• Josh drops me home
• Decide to go to Bens
• Get to bens
• we decide to go to Cec’s
• Stay at Cec’s with Zoe, Justin and Ben.
• Watch movies/Archer
• cute/fun time
• Go back to bens
• read a sad book
• decide to fast for three days
• write blog
• dont post it
• first time ever
• idiot
• spa
• decide i’m better than my demons and that food is a-ok
• eat 4 peices of toast
• go home
• get pretty
• date with Brian
• gatsby rules
• cry everwhere
• sobbing
• makeup all on my face
• brian likes my lipstick btw
• sleepovers~

THE END