black & blueberry

x.xxiii /// with her on neptune

"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 dothelittlethings)

Don’t usually reblog stuff like this but this is actually just beautiful so read it

(via a-life-with-purpose)

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"You and I, we’ve never been much for talking, have we? … Instead of talking with your lips, you put one leg around me when we sleep, to let me know it’s all right. And we fall asleep like that… your foot inside the hollow of my foot."

Sandra Cisneros, from “Eyes of Zapata,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry)

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