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I love the way girls fuck. I love how they try so hard to be quiet, but when the right spot is stroked at exactly the right time, they can’t help but let a moan escape. I love how around family they’re so sweet and innocent, but in the bedroom they bite and moan like the bad girl they are. I love how she feels against me, and I love to hear how I feel against her. I love when our bodies combine as one and I can feel her soul intertwine with mine. I love the taste of her, I love her scent. I love the love scars she gives me. I love the way we make love.

(Source: cardmecameron)

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding
Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head. (via kushandwizdom)

humansofnewyork:

"When I first met her, she was dating another guy. He didn’t like me talking to her, so he waited for me outside of class one day and beat me up. But I didn’t give up on her. I started biking and swimming and learning to box. I got skinnier than you are. Then the next time I saw him, he came over to me and said: ‘You want another round?’ And I said: ‘This will be the last round!’ Then I knocked him out in two punches."

(Mexico City, Mexico)

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