Alaskan Upperclassmen

Every moment is a poem if you hold it right.

I have never had cramps with my period before in my life, then I start birth control and they’re unbearable. What the fuck, isn’t this backwards?

me:

*owns 264 unread books*

me:

*buys 17 new books*

me:

*rereads harry potter*

Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

—   (via j0yless)

(Source: nikolaiolivier, via lesleysplanet)

“What a sad era when it is easier to smash an atom than a prejudice.”

—   Albert Einstein (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via lesleysplanet)

can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

i scrolled down for an explanation and there wasn’t one but i think i’m ok with that

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traceexcalibur:

"talking about sexism or racism on Tumblr doesn’t solve anything"

really? because I am absolutely certain that I am a better, less bigoted person than I was a few years ago and that is most certainly due to the people I met and things I read on Tumblr

perhaps it doesn’t do anything for the worst of the worst but there are still plenty of people who do learn from impassioned Tumblr posts

(via the-thinks-you-can-think)

(Source: beyonseh, via bra-z-en)

buttonpoetry:

Brenna Twohy - “Fantastic Breasts and Where To Find Them” (NPS 2014)

"My sex cannot be packaged. My sex is magic. It is part of a bigger story. I am whole. I exist when you are not fucking me."

One of the most memorable poems we saw at the National Poetry Slam this year. Harry Potter, feminism, sex positivity.

clementinevonradics:

buttonpoetry:

Erin Schick - “Honest Speech” (NPS 2014)

"When I stutter, I am speaking my own language fluently."

Performing during prelims at the 2014 National Poetry Slam.

My dear friend and actual beautiful superhero Erin Schick!

This is a brilliant poem that makes me cry and you should all love Erin as much as I do.

The Clash - Jimmy Jazz

“I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.”

—    Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass  (via stellafrood)

(Source: larmoyante, via nnej007)