Een is right, I’m either rebloging gonna-give-you-diabetics-sweet or nasty-hot-I-want-to-get-laid .. tumblr is pwetty for letting me put those too together
*follower confession* I snooped on my boy and found out his sexual fantasies that he won’t tell me. I have the same ones.
March made in heaven, yesh?
There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature.
Going to get inked in a few hours (:
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via hercautionarytales)
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