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    When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.
    (via budddha)

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    cheekymisfit:

    I. Am. Weak!

    (Source: snowvic)

    Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).

    The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.

    Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.


    My Beef with the “I Love Boobies” Bracelets (via star-trekkin)

    I will never not reblog this. So important.  (via youmightbeamisogynist)

    This is just crazy… I wish I could say “some people” but this isn’t “some people”. This is how many men view women. This is how we’re taught to value them.

    This is disgusting. Maybe I’m tripping cuz its 6 in the morning reading this just really bothered me.

    You gon have a woman that you decided you felt for enough, cared about enough, loved enough to commit to them for the rest of your life but you don’t have enough integrity to stay with her because she lost her breasts? You would/did trust a woman to be the  mother of your children, but you no longer love her because she lost her breasts?

    How many cowards adhere to this way of thinking?

    (via thetpr)

    (Source: politicalmachine)

    …And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were.
    Thank you so much for this
    (via cexjay)

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