Step Into The Light

loudly going "YOU'RE GOOD YOU'RE GOOD" to myself to ward off the memory of every embarrassing thing i've ever done

obsessed w boobs . i’m like a 13 year old boy literally cannot stop thinking about tits . thanks for asking

Crazy how our bodies are literally built for pleasure and overly ascetic patriarchal religions try to tell us that our flesh is evil. We have thousands of taste buds for enjoying delicious food and drink. Happy hormones are triggered when we dance. We can sing to entertain ourselves and others. Conscious, aligned sex with a good partner feels great and improves your health. We have beautiful eyes, figures, lips, hair to attract each other. We laugh so hard we cry and it feels GREAT. The smell of a rose on a warm summer breeze lifts my mood instantly. Our bodies are so so sacred. Nature is sacred. The Divine dwells in the earth and within us just as much as 'up there'.

dating apps aren't working. I need to go look confused at a Home Depot

if i'm ever active on tumblr it's because the mental illness is flaring up

This is what you call good game design

Child Hood Memories

you have to reblog if when you saw this you heard the man say it in your head

OMG yes.