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If it’s really all about a second-long dick sneeze, then I’m just ashamed about the human race in general.
But honestly, I’m too young to face the rest of my life having to go through the motions of sex without getting anything from it. It’s messy. Awkward. Sometimes it hurts.
Even the most groundbreaking events of our lives were nothing more than blips on the radar. No matter how hard things seemed while we were living them, we would move past them and find better times. We all carried scars. We just had to learn not to limp.
Time to fly, baby girl. Spread those wings and stop coasting.
Alright then, universe, I thought to myself. I’ll see your bet and raise you.
If there’s a part of you that’s whispering, you have to listen. Life is meant to be lived, not survived.
You say you got a glimpse into my soul. You say you want more. Well, buckle up cowboy, because here we go.
The way I see the world is a constant question mark because I want freedom as much as I want security and I want stability as much as doing the same thing every day bores me.
And it’s selfish of me to expect one person to be everything I need when I’ve already admitted that the things I need cancel each other out.
The things that matter most aren’t actually things. They’re the odd moments of understanding. The breath in our lungs. The blood in our veins. The smile on the face of someone you love, of someone who loves you in return.
I wanted to see this man who managed to make me hopeful while my life crashed down around me, who made me feel beautiful when the rest of the world considered me a bit of an odd duck.
Change sucks and it’s easier to settle for the devil we know than to risk opening our life to the possibility of even more hellfire and brimstone.
Life is movement, sometimes fluid and graceful, sometimes harsh and jolting, but things are always moving and changing.
Life is supposed to be about the journey, but all too often, we’re so focused on where we think we’re going, we never appreciate where we are.
Life is too short and too fragile not to say what you mean and go after what you want. Why sit frozen in fear when you can move?
Don’t ever censor yourself for me. I want you unfiltered. Raw. I want all your thoughts, exactly the way they happen. That’s what drew me to you in the first place. Why would I ever want anything less?
I tossed my head back and laughed, the coolest cucumber in all the world.
We all put up fronts, these pleasant façades that we wear for different people. We have one for strangers, one for acquaintances, one for people we want to impress. How are we ever supposed to know if we’re dealing with the façade, or if we’ve finally met the real person? What if the façade never drops? Are we always walking around, being someone less than true to ourselves in order to be what we think other people want? Or worse, what happens when that façade doesn’t drop until you’re so deeply involved in a relationship that you can’t remember what life was like without it? The mask drops
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“We’re all lost, babe. All of us. If anyone tries to make you believe he knows what he’s doing, he’s full of shit. Every day is nothing more than trying to find your way forward. The trick is figuring out how to turn the confusion into a good time, otherwise life is going to suck.”
“What I’m saying is that you can’t ignore your problems. You can’t whitewash them away, saying you don’t limp when you do, ignoring your scars and expecting the rest of us to ignore them, too. But you can fight through them enough to see what’s on the other side. You keep walking long enough, you’re going to get somewhere.”
A woman’s body was a Ferrari, designed to feel sensation so deeply, it opened her heart.
