Though I May Seem At Times Somewhat Distant From You, Through The Gray Mist Of My Own Moods, I Am Never

But beautiful mosaics are made of broken pieces.

lorijenessanelson (via wnq-writers)

We are all #mosaics

I am sick with feeling, and sick with greed This warmth inside, my heart, it needs It needs and wants and yearns and pines I’m grossly ill, right to my insides An involuntary glutton, for this intrusive drug A drought that some would say was love But I know better, yes, I do This feeling inside does not include: –Include the flaws, include the faults Include the pain, or nasty insults The tears that my pillow will soak The late, dark nights I stay up and mope– To hear a knock on my open door To await a kiss to make lips’ sore There is no love to cause some joy It’s only a plot, a sick smart ploy To win some land, property to keep To share with friends, a rumor to leak So lock the heart shut, and hide the key far So no one may touch, or move, or mar But late at night, when all must sleep My eyes stay awake, with dreams to reap To dream of things that live and feed Of the love that I so desperately need

Leilah Ali, The Truth About Love (via wnq-writers)

What is love?

Banksy’s response to the Charlie Hebdo murders 

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Hopefully as you get older, you start to learn how to live with your demon. It’s hard at first. Some people give their demon so much room that there is no space in their head or bed for love. They feed their demon and it gets really strong and then it makes them stay in abusive relationships or starve their beautiful bodies. But sometimes, you get a little older and get a little bored of the demon. Through good therapy and friends and self-love you can practice treating the demon like a hacky, annoying cousin.

Amy Poehler, Yes Please (via wordsnquotes)

I think people should do whatever they want to do. That’s the point. Why should you care what other people think or say? You’re not living in their pocket.

Francesca Annis (via wnq-movies)

Need to remember this.

Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.

Robert Brault (via wordsnquotes)

#soulmates

Promise

"When the dark is all around you And the night is closing in, I will be beside you, To save you from within.

When the light outside is blinding And shows up all your scars, I will be the portrait, To show them who you are.

When the wind outside is howling And threatens to break you down, I will be the anchor, To keep you in the calm.

When everything is failing And you don’t know where you are, I will be the compass, To lead you safe from harm.”

-Dan

I can be someone’s and still be my own.

 Shel Silverstein  (via wordsnquotes)

Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking water. It should not require confidence. Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe. Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire. You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh. It’s not about being good in bed. It’s about being happy. One should never worry if they’re doing it correctly. Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough. What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you. Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later. Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be. I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this. I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want. It’s originality. It’s passion. It’s joy. Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception. I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.Good in bed. What? You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you. Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel. This isn’t a test.

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