Going with the Flow
"Don’t sugar coat it, don’t say “making love”. You make love in letters, and subtle glances across a room. You two are fucking. you are feeling each other for the sake of raw pleasure. You are fucking as in the verb, you both are sweating and panting because you can’t consume enough of each other. So fuck “making love” you are fucking, you are feeling. Eat her out and make her cum on your tongue, life isn’t about censored vulgarity."the difference between fucking and making love  (via chinning59)

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i miss you
"The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation"(via psych-facts)

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"Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition."Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo (via b-r-o-k-e-n—p-e-r-s-o-n)

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the dark side just got a little darker

Namaste, Motherfuckers ॐ
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Teahupoo is just so unmistakeable, it’s a freak of nature.
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We got to Joshua Tree later than planned, it was my fault, I didn’t check the map, and we had to re-route, which added an extra hour to the drive. We were losing light, but were both somehow strangely calm and unhurried. With the windows down, and only the sound of the warm desert air whipping our faces, we continued on. When we finally entered the park, we pulled over, jumped out of the car, and just ran. I’ve been to Joshua Tree three times now, but each time feels like the first. I am instantly transported to a place of awestruck wonder, a child who couldn’t possibly open her eyes wide enough to grasp the enormity of the landscape.  The sunlight beaming down through the clouds, ricocheting off of the mountains and the rocks and those funny looking little trees, and the silence. I always forget how deafeningly quiet it is out there, and how much the silence startles me. 
We shot until long after the sun had dipped beneath the skyline, and I left the desert with a greater understanding of what love is. Love is the gracious and costly offering of yourself (heart, mind, soul, strength) for the sake of another person. Love is loud enough to fill the silence, love is calm, love leads joy. This is love.
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Succulents Print // $28

"The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing and soul-crushing inadequacy… and that’s on a good day."Robert De Niro (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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