i wanna feel infinite

Got her daddys tongue and temper. Sometimes her mouth could use a filter. God shook his head the day he built her. Oh, but I bet he smiled.

cheese3d:

i think i can accurately say that i can crush a man’s head with my thighs

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It’s not always about sex, sometimes the best type of intimacy is where you just lay back, laugh together at the stupidest things, hold each other, and enjoy each others company.

The thing about soul mates many people don’t grasp (or at least don’t pay enough attention to) is your soulmate loving you and being there for you no matter what. Normally, people use this phrase when talking about an argument they have with someone they’re involved with: “Yeah, but I thought you loved me no matter what!” But do they? A partner or a date may still take you out again because of the tattoo you got while you were drunk or because you had something stuck in your teeth, but… but your soul mate… they are there for life. For every life. Your soul mate will love you when you fall off of the [insert addiction here] wagon. They will be there to help you back into it. Your soul mate will love you when you eat popcorn and drink coffee in one sitting, so you end up in the bathroom three times in one hour to take a shit. They will be there to rub your thigh and give you a glass of Sprite to soothe your stomach. Your soul mate will not love your flaws considering you hate them; that’s why they’re flaws. Rather, they would compliment you little by little until you not only stop hating your flaws, but acknowledge them and not allow them to drag you down. Some people don’t realize your soul mate is with you always. Disagreement is human. Arguing is human. Although, your soul and theirs are ALWAYS in sync, even though your physical bodies are leagues apart, your stances on something are totally conflicted, and you’re right-wing and they’re left. It doesn’t fucking matter. Soul mates are there for you even when they don’t have to be — especially when they don’t have to be. Your soul mate might hate your knock-knock jokes and you might hate their snoring, but that’s what makes the whole concept of souls being drawn to each other for thousands of years so intriguing. Your soul mate, in another life, could fucking fall out of their chair laughing at your knock-knock jokes and they could go every night without one snore. You don’t care if they wake you up crying over a Disney movie and they don’t care if you spend some money from a loan on a new pair of jeans. You’ll comfort them and tell them Todd and Copper will always be in each other’s hearts and they’ll sew a patch on those jeans when they rip. Your soul mate really, truly will fucking love you NO MATTER WHAT. They aren’t the light at the end of the tunnel, oh, no. They are the oil lamp in your hand and the book of matches in your pocket. Even when you are in the darkest corner of your mind, they will always be there to strike and brighten that sucker up.

“The Thing About Soul Mates” , Bella Militi (via castielssam)

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My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

—(via runiqu)

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The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.

—Tucker Max, Assholes Finish First  (via lunarveins)

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