I love the way girls fuck. I love how they try so hard to be quiet, but when the right spot is stroked at exactly the right time, they can't help but let a moan escape. I love how around family they're so sweet and innocent, but in the bedroom they bite and moan like the bad girl they are. I love how she feels against me, and I love to hear how I feel against her. I love when our bodies combine as one and I can feel her soul intertwine with mine. I love the taste of her, I love her scent. I love the love scars she gives me. I love the way we make love.
capricorns cry with everything but tears. they cry with their desire and aggressive work ethic. they cry with the nights they spend awake lost in projects or responsibilities. the distance they go to ensure stability and security for the people they love is where their tears go. it’s only when alone he feels he can scream, maybe a little.
“Don’t meditate to fix yourself, to heal yourself, to improve yourself,
to redeem yourself; rather, do it as an act of love,
of deep warm friendship to yourself.
In this way there is no longer any need
for the subtle aggression of self-improvement,
for the endless guilt of not doing enough.
It offers the possibility of an end to the ceaseless round of trying so hard
that wraps so many people’s lives in a knot.
Instead there is now meditation as an act of love.
How endlessly delightful and encouraging.”— Bob Sharples (via bodhi-in-green)
I hate a “send me a pic” ass nigga, a when I say I’m laying down he say “without me” ass nigga, can’t hold a convo but can talk about sex for hours ass nigga, ain’t tryna take you out but wanna chill ass nigga, “what are you wearing” ass nigga. Sick of these niggas