Bad Decisions

My tumblr is my own little museum.

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

Finger her until it starts dripping down her thighs

We fucked in my mind today, btw.

Want me loudly or don’t want me at all.

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

I really do love being romanced. I love being pursued with the utmost love, intention, attention, patience, and compassion.

hands that know exactly where they belong.

hugging until we smell like each other. that's it. that's the whole point.