shaaaant:

Your potential wasn’t enough to keep me around.

(Source: damnthosethrashyteens)

endlessmargaritas:

I like getting my lower lip nibbled on. i like having a fuzzy chest on mine. i like aggression. i like short hair, and grabbing the back of a guy’s head. i like that kinda awkward grinding the morning after, when you’re horny but maybe too hungover/tired to actually have sex. i like holding hands and rubbing fingertips. i like rubbing cheeks with stubble. i like smoking weed right before sex. i like shotgunning. I like lazy mornings that are often really lazy afternoons. i guess i often like snuggling more than actual sex. i like spending the day with someone. i like getting a friend out of it… but sometimes i actually hate that. i like unknown bedrooms, looking around them, figuring out who the person really is. i like seeing our clothes thrown around on the ground. i like when he has a cigarette (if he does). i like watching him walk around naked (if he does). i like staring at the ceiling. i like smiles and pretty eyes. i really like kissing.

itdoesnmakesense:

me and my best friend used to smoke and listen to Radiohead’s In Rainbows. We listened to it nonstop. We smoked to it. We slept to it. We drove to it. We fcked to it. We fcked to it a lot. Most of the time we smoked, drove to the convenient store to get sour gummy worms and coke zero, then smoked some more, fcked and then slept. And the whole time we listened to Radiohead’s In Rainbows. It was a good summer. 

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“Collected” is a new zine to accompany the MIND-THOUGHTS tumblr, featuring work from over 20 great artists like Ryan Pfluger, Quinnford+Scout, Steven Beckly, and plenty more friends and favorites. I’m excited to finally share it with everyone!

There’s a special $10 pre-sale featuring a limited pin set with work by Johnathan Roberts & Sohail Akhavein. 

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itdoesnmakesense:

I mean, the idea of it. Like I’m just thinking about what it would feel like because I wouldn’t know….I mean, I’ve might have felt it once but I really wouldn’t know….

But if I think about it… I’m pretty sure I can pinpoint the exact moment when loneliness occurs. It’s in the final moments of ecstasy, after the last pump and you’re hunched over, trying to catch your breath. You pull out and carefully remove the condom with the tiniest pinch from your fingers. Still on your knees, breathing heavily from exhaustion until you fall on your back, and he gets up from the bed. The bathroom light is now on and he’s talking about all the things he has to do tomorrow and you realize it doesn’t matter. You don’t care. You’re not going to be there. Why are you here. You shouldn’t have come.

He walks out of the bathroom and throws you a towel. “Thanks, ” you say as he puts on his basketball shorts then heads out of the room to grab a drink. You quickly and quietly gather your clothes and put them on. Your sock is missing. Fucking sock. After searching everywhere, you’ve no choice but to leave it behind. It infuriates you. You don’t want this asshole to have anything of yours. Nothing to remind him of what just happened. And he now has a connection to you and it scares you. But you can’t fret any longer. You walk out the bedroom and decline his offer of some water despite how thirsty you are and you say to him that you must get going. The correct response should be “No, don’t go! Stay.” His response?…. “Okay.” You move closer to him as you say good bye, not knowing whether to hug or kiss or handshake. So you aim your eyes to the ground and wave a hand, hoping he’d move closer but instead, he walks to open the door. 

As you walk to your car, loneliness has smothered you. It’s a warm feeling. Like that warm feeling around a bee sting. I mean, not that I’ve ever felt that… but if I think about it…

- Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

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