you know what truly disgusts me… being able to feel my own heartbeat. it’s bad. don’t need to actively know what’s going on in there. don’t need to feel that. it’s not any of my business
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We haven’t talked for such a long time, I can’t even recall the exact sound of your voice. I don’t remember your laugh - I remember the crinkles by your eyes and that dimple on your cheek and how it deepens - but I don’t know what it feels like to hear it, how it once made my heart swell in my chest, not anymore. And yet I’m sure that if I heard a million people laugh, yours would still stand out to me and maybe I’d turn around to look for the source and wonder how something so simple is enough to make my blood sing. We miss the memories, not the person, is what my father used to say, but how can he explain why I drop everything when I hear that one song we used to dance to and why that blue sweater you borrowed me still sits at the bottom of my closet when I could have thrown it away? How does missing someone make any sense when that person is still around, is somehow still a part of your life? How am I supposed to get over that? How does anyone?
missing you / n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
Do you ever wonder how many stories have been told about you? I don’t mean rumors or gossip. A story like “ one time I was at the mall and this girl dropped her hotdog but she picked it up and ate it” what if I’m that girl??how many times have people seen me do something I thought no one saw and is now being used as an ice breaker at a family dinner? Hmmmmmm?!???!
one time i was in this historical park in new york and i was climbing a tree in order to get a good photo and i fell out just as a family was walking past…two years later i ran into the mom at stop&shop and she gasped and said “oh my god, tree girl?” and i’ve never been the same since
At age 6, I was told that it was something we did to create life.
At age 7, I was told that it was a sin.
At age 9, I was told that my body would change to suit the “sin”.
At age 10, I believed that it was a sin.
At age 12, I felt my first burst of attraction and I had no perception of what it was.
At age 13, I was told to dress “safely” to avoid prying eyes.
At age 14, I was curious to see the beauty of a naked male body. And I was ashamed.
At age 15, I saw my first naked male body. And I was entranced.
At age 16, I committed quite a sin. And nothing ever felt better.
At age 17, I was no longer afraid of it.
Sexuality. I embrace it.
Sex Through the Ages (Morsus Engel)
Be with someone who will take care of you. Not materialistically, but takes care of ur soul, ur well being, ur heart & everything that’s you
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