My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
Have sex. Have dirty, raunchy sex. Have sex in the bed, on the counter, in the car, in the bathroom. Have it everywhere. Have passionate love making sex. Fuck. Go slow. Gaze into their eyes. Learn every curve and bump on their body. Learn what makes them quiver. Learn what makes them cum the hardest. Feel their body and fall back in love with them. Just have sex.
at this time last year
i was a mess and i feel
like a mess again
Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness.
Two weeks, guys. Eating right and cleansing my body of toxins does wonders. I’m almost done with my 24 day challenge, and I couldn’t be happier. I haven’t looked at my scale since the beginning, and I won’t until the end. I don’t need to when I see progress away from the scale.
For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.