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That Moment...
Posted:Apr 26, 2017 2:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 5:22 pm
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That Moment...

That moment when you can’t help it and you push yourself over the edge and the orgasm is so intense that you can’t hold still and you can’t even keep muttering your mantra and you know there’s going to be hell to pay because you weren’t allowed to cum but you couldn’t stop and now it’s happening and you can feel all the little sparks and tremors and that incredibly peace washing over you when before there was only need and tension and it feels so good but you feel so guilty and you can’t help wondering how you’ll be punished and the thought of that turns you on even more and you feel like you might just cum again thinking about it but you stop yourself and then you’re just lying spent and wasted and wet and guilty and exhausted and glowing and everything’s fine and you’ve been so bad.

*Evil Grins*
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A Reminder of Her...
Posted:Apr 26, 2017 1:43 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 1:24 pm
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A Reminder Of Her...

You are a rose, armed with thorns of ferocity. The difficulty is that it is sometimes your very own thorns, that will draw blood from your powerfully thick skin.
You are a poem, rich with language. You are armed with a tongue like a razor blade, there will be times that it is your own words that will break your own heart and cut your own wrists.
You are a raging sea, with riptides and waves of almighty power. The trouble is that sometimes you will drown in your very own water.
You are both the mountain and the brave conquering it’s uphill battle. Fight for yourself, forgive yourself and most importantly, fall deeply in love with the chaos that you are.

— indieluhv, A Reminder to Her
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Love Again ...
Posted:Apr 25, 2017 3:13 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 1:34 am
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Love Again ...

I grew up believing (not through my own fault) that love was only about grand romantic gestures, dozens of red roses, wearing your best clothes and going on dates in fancy restaurants and having romantic walks on the beach.
But now love is holding his hand, hearing his heartbeat and kissing his forehead. It’s feeling his body next to mine and his breathing against my own as he peacefully sleeps his way into the night. It’s wearing my worst clothes but still being called beautiful. It’s feeling the worst but still being treated like a queen. It’s laughing into his kisses because he did that thing again where he tries to interrupt me speaking. It’s sharing thoughts and emotions that for so long I thought I could never even feel or think. It’s finding the part I’ve been missing for twenty years.
Now, love is him. Love is me. Love is the both of us.

For me anyway...
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You Learn...
Posted:Apr 24, 2017 11:26 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2017 8:23 am
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You Learn...

After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while, you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye, you learn.

— Jorge Luis Borges, “You Learn”
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You and me ...
Posted:Apr 24, 2017 10:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 1:50 am
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You and me ...

i do not want to have you
to fill the empty parts of me
i want to be full on my own
i want to be so complete
i could light a city
and then
i want to have you
cause the two of us combined
could set it on fire

— Rupi Kaur, milk and honey
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Empathy...
Posted:Apr 24, 2017 3:57 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2017 5:25 pm
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Empathy...

Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say “going through the motions”—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind. This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.

— Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams
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Some Facts On Emotional Manipulators ....
Posted:Apr 23, 2017 1:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2017 7:06 pm
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Some Facts on Emotional Manipulators

1. They can’t be trusted. No matter what you say, they’ll turn the situation around so they seem like they’re a victim, and have been unfairly judged.

2. They leave you feeling crazy, or mixed up and confused. They’ll twist your words and motives so you feel misunderstood - and they rationalize their actions so you seem unreasonable.

3. They’re great at making you feel guilty or “bad”. Nothing you can do or say is ever right to them. No matter what you try, you know it always will be wrong.

4. They are passive aggressive. They’ll smile to your face and they’ll stab you in the back … and they’ll gladly talk about you … and pass along mean gossip.

5. They have the ability to manipulate the emotional climate in a group. So, if they’re feeling happy, and life is going well, they’re the life of the party and everyone must smile. But when their life is tough then they’ll moan, groan and complain … and they’ll make sure everybody feels miserable as well.

6. They are self-absorbed and a law unto themselves. Life is always by their rules - and everything revolves around them. They’re not accountable - and they will always please themselves.

Being in school for two years and taking a few psychology courses has taught me a bit about this type of manipulator. Plus I've been around them my entire life. I'm beginning to spot them quickly and learning to run as soon as I see them coming.
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The Things He Does
Posted:Apr 23, 2017 4:35 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2017 3:30 pm
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The Things He Does...

Tell me about yourself.”
These are the words that choked me, leaving me a floundering mess in front of his presence. He smiled, his perfectly aligned teeth slightly revealed beneath his tender lips. My eyes shifted from his bottom lip up to his speckled eyes, blinking nonstop as I tried grasping for words.
“I don’t know much about myself,” I admit. “I don’t even know who I am anymore.” I felt the same sharp reminder stab me in the chest as I voiced this realization.
“Don’t worry,” he smiled. “I will help you find her.”

— the things he does
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That Four Letter Word ...
Posted:Apr 22, 2017 4:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2017 12:50 pm
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That Four Letter Word...

Doesn’t it amaze you how two people can fall in love? That on a planet with 7 billion people, two people were at the right place at the right time, said the right words, took some chances, made the time, laughed at the same joke… and somehow, all these things added up to create just one thing, a four-letter word: love.
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Princesses...
Posted:Apr 21, 2017 2:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2017 4:51 pm
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Princesses..

She didn’t fit into the definition
of textbook pretty.
her head wasn’t topped
with ringlets of gold,
nor were her eyes the blue
That princess often had.
her lips weren’t plump and red,
and she wouldn’t speak to you
to reassure or to praise.
when she touched,
it wasn’t a touch
that sent ripples of tranquility
instead, it was a touch
that set me afire with desire and rage
and I burned,
burned until there was nothing left
but ashes and ruin
she wasn’t a princess,
but she was perfect,
and she was mine.

— anotherdelusionaldaydream
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