I’m right here, and I must admit I’ve been pining for you. You’re my wish. When I touch myself, I am conjuring you. From fresh dirt When we talk all night, and the minutes are free. I just hope when I cast my spell, you’ll be falling for me.
so I’ve just discovered soundrown, it’s sort of like rainymood except there’s 10 different sounds that you can listen to and combine to create whatever sort of environment you want (i.e. campfire and night, which is quite lovely)
are you telling me i could listen to the sound of a coffee shop on fire
“Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.””—Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
Okay never say that period pains aren’t that bad because one time I had an ovarian cyst that burst before they found it, and when the doctor saw how big it was, he asked me, “How were you not screaming in pain?”
And my response was, “Oh, I thought they were just cramps.”
Unconsciously, I had these feelings even before I came
here. Once when I was spending the night at Jacque's, I could
no longer restrain my curiosity about her body, which she'd
always hidden from me and which I'd never seen. I asked her
whether, as proof of our friendiship, we could touch each
other's breasts. Jacque refused.
I also had a terrible desire to kiss her, which I did.
Every time I see a female nude, such as the Venus in my art
history book, I go into ecstasy. Sometimes I find them so
exquisite I have to struggle to hold back my tears. If only I
had a girlfriend!"