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myampgoesto11:

Saltscape installation art by Motoi Yamamoto

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"I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live and see the seasons change, to have gifts at Christmas and at my birthday, to travel sometimes, to have a good education and a great access to culture. I’m flattered when people compliment me, when people smile at me, when people are polite to me. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy."

- (via revanish)
dirtystorytime:

I want to learn about you.
I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle your nose at me.
I want to learn why you do that little squint with your eyes. When you’re thinking. I want to be apart of that moment when you arch your eyebrow, when you’ve found your solution.
I want to know everything there is to know about that little smirk you make. You know the one? Like when I see you dressed for dinner in that salmon dress you just bought, and you come out of the bathroom, looking as spectacular as you do. When my eyes open wide, and my mouth opens just a little, when I stammer out, “you look great.” The smirk you give just before you say, “this old thing?” and giggle at me… 
I want to know you well enough to know everything that goes on in your head at that exact moment.
I want to learn about you.
I want to learn every inch of your flesh. I want to know it intimately. I want to trace my fingertips over every bump, every crease, every scar and every ridge.
I want to examine you, with my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my fingertips and my tongue. I want to know what your body smells like. I want to see every freckle, mole, and dimple. I want to taste and touch you until all of my senses can identify every inch of your body. 
I need to learn your sounds. That little gasp you make when I run my tongue down your collarbone. The purr you make before the contented sigh as my fingers graze your thighs. And the moan. You know the moan, the one you make as I enter you. I want to get to know that moan real well.
I want to know your eyes. The ones that you look at me sideways, when you’re angry. When I know I’ve done something wrong. When the light flickers in them just right and makes me want to stare at you forever. Even as you scold me.
I would like to be schooled in the ways of your mouth. When it turns up when you see me. When it pouts as I refuse you. How it scowls, and growls and when we argue. How it kisses me as we make up.
This isn’t the type of learning that you do in school. There’s no books to read or manual to highlight. It’s a hands on job. It takes time, not measured in classes or terms or semesters. It takes a lifetime. And if you find a partner who’s willing to invest that time, it’s a lifetime well spent.
I want to learn about you. When can we begin?

dirtystorytime:

I want to learn about you.

I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle your nose at me.

I want to learn why you do that little squint with your eyes. When you’re thinking. I want to be apart of that moment when you arch your eyebrow, when you’ve found your solution.

I want to know everything there is to know about that little smirk you make. You know the one? Like when I see you dressed for dinner in that salmon dress you just bought, and you come out of the bathroom, looking as spectacular as you do. When my eyes open wide, and my mouth opens just a little, when I stammer out, “you look great.” The smirk you give just before you say, “this old thing?” and giggle at me… 

I want to know you well enough to know everything that goes on in your head at that exact moment.

I want to learn about you.

I want to learn every inch of your flesh. I want to know it intimately. I want to trace my fingertips over every bump, every crease, every scar and every ridge.

I want to examine you, with my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my fingertips and my tongue. I want to know what your body smells like. I want to see every freckle, mole, and dimple. I want to taste and touch you until all of my senses can identify every inch of your body. 

I need to learn your sounds. That little gasp you make when I run my tongue down your collarbone. The purr you make before the contented sigh as my fingers graze your thighs. And the moan. You know the moan, the one you make as I enter you. I want to get to know that moan real well.

I want to know your eyes. The ones that you look at me sideways, when you’re angry. When I know I’ve done something wrong. When the light flickers in them just right and makes me want to stare at you forever. Even as you scold me.

I would like to be schooled in the ways of your mouth. When it turns up when you see me. When it pouts as I refuse you. How it scowls, and growls and when we argue. How it kisses me as we make up.

This isn’t the type of learning that you do in school. There’s no books to read or manual to highlight. It’s a hands on job. It takes time, not measured in classes or terms or semesters. It takes a lifetime. And if you find a partner who’s willing to invest that time, it’s a lifetime well spent.

I want to learn about you. When can we begin?

panicatthedanetrain:

Things I DO NOT want:

  • Another pretty face
  • Just anyone to hold
  • My love to go to waste

Things I DO want:

  • You
  • Your beautiful soul

"Spoil her with consistency."

beautyloveandsociety:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

Being an adult is realizing that $5,000 is a lot of money to owe and very little money to own.

this hurt.