Is it selfish to say I want you the whole fucking time? I want you in my head. I want you in my bed. I want your hands all over my thighs. Give me your tightest grip. I want to exhale all of my loneliness and sadness to you. I want to breathe you in. I want you. I want you and I want you to want me too.

how do i say this without sounding desperate? (via dahlia—noir)

thebxb (via lezbeontalk)

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If you don’t like where you are, move on. You are not a tree.
(via i-w0uld-be-your-girl)

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Who the fuck cares where you went to school or where you work? The question is: Is your everyday experience good, healthy, beautiful? Because I have to tell you, while it might be cool to work for a company like Google, Apple, or The New Yorker, if your job is stupid, stressful and your boss is an asshole, there is nothing good or prestigious about that. While it might seem right to go to a school like Berkeley, if classes are overcrowded and students are nervous, anxious, religious zealots from Orange County, are you sure you want to go there? What’s good about that? To believe in prestige is to privilege abstract, collective impression over palpable, daily experience. To which I say: fuck prestige. Do what serves your everyday vitality.
Daniel Coffeen (via alteringminds)

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i’m sad and i want to have a lot of sex

me (via longlivethestars)

24/7

(via la-fruta-prohibida)

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