I want to be taken. Hard. I dont't want to have a choice. I just want you to show up, grab me, tease the ever loving hell out of me, call me terrible names to make me submit and use my body to enjoy yourself.
August ClearwingBeing my lady on my arm and my slut between the sheets
August ClearwingThere is so much in this world to love... You can only really appreciate it in its entirety when you fully understand why you love it, when you unlock and translate its secrets for what they are, and grip them so close to your soul it hurts.
August ClearwingIt's easy to romanticize the people in our lives that mean something to us. We elevate them onto a higher plane that the rest of humanity. They appear glorious and pristine and full of wonders of the Universe all wrapped up into one person-sized box waiting to be unpacked. It's easy to forget, when they appear perfect in every way and in every facet of their lives with every action they take, in the end they are still human. And we duly forget being human comes with an inherent composition of flaws in our genetic and mental make-up.
August ClearwingTag: humanity flaws wonders romanticize genetic-make-up mental-make-up
When a party in a relationship becomes satisfied with what they have, knowing they can have it whenever they desire, then they take the whole for granted. They fail to desire any more from their partner and the relationship stagnates. Adventure becomes meaningless. Resentment takes the place of excitment. The mystery they fell in love with has been unraveled and holds no more excitment because they is nothing left to discover
August ClearwingSex without love is nothing more than a complex form of masturbation.
August ClearwingTag: love sex masturbation
Wounds heal. Scars fade. Awful memories can be overwritten with better ones if given the chance. The little imperfections of our psyches become overshadowed by the people whose love we cherish because they cherish us despite our faults; physical, emotional, spiritual, or otherwise. This thing we call the human condition with all its bittersweet blind corners and senseless humor evolves from within ourselves and not because of some pre-ordained reverie we desire to cast in the constellations.
All in all it is what makes life worth living.
Tag: life wounds love human-condition scars memories imperfections psyche cherish
Scars are the proof you're stronger than what tried to hurt you, duckling. Don't be ashamed of them
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