Things are going great… They are only getting better.
Got rid of facebook, stopped hanging out with shitty people, hardly log on to this, meeting more badass people, and spend most of my time training for boxing, school or work… Ill let the rest fall into place on its own..
Sowing today’s seeds for tomorrow’s harvest.
:)
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A Thousand Miles (Vanessa Carlton Cover) by Jeremy Passion & Andrew Garcia (by passionsf)
It’s always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder
If you ever
Think of me
‘Cause everything’s so wrong
And I don’t belong
Living in your
Precious memories
‘Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder..
And I….
Don’t want to let you know
Why I…
Drown in your memory
And I…
Don’t want to let this go…
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(NaturalNews) There’s a lot of buzz in the news about a new scientific study that statistically supports the idea that our known universe is actually a grand computer simulation. This is mainstream science, and the idea isn’t a whacky as you might first suppose. I’ve actually written about this…
Cool.
In the past two weeks, five times, five distinct people have let me down. I am left empty handed with no reason when I ask myself why I have ever bothered to seek approval, let alone a friendship, with them.
At least I can weed out the ones I don’t need in my future.
People are very fake nowadays…
Fuck it.
Don’t let my door hit your ass.
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I need to start doing this!
napoleon hill states this much better.
look him up. research his shit.
put it int practice and grow up and accomplish something.
no matter wht it is, how big or small, or its significance..
if you set out to do it, and you did it….
i applaude you.
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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.
now THIS is really something.
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Bread crumbs for Gretel.
