She and I

We unfold my knees, and slip beneath our sheets

mosferatu:

WOW

ohhhh that smile

mosferatu:

WOW

ohhhh that smile

(Source: hazycosmiclove)

motherjones:

“A bear spotted wandering around Williams Village this morning has been safely tranquilized by wildlife officials.”
And sometimes there’s a photo on the internet that everyone must see right now. 
via CU Independent

BEAR!

motherjones:

“A bear spotted wandering around Williams Village this morning has been safely tranquilized by wildlife officials.”

And sometimes there’s a photo on the internet that everyone must see right now. 

via CU Independent

BEAR!

(via evilparadise)

halogenic:

Marina Abramović - The Artist Is Present: This emotional exhibit, held in the Museum of Modern Art for three months in early spring 2010, featured Abramović sitting in a chair for the entirety of the day at the museum. Visitors were encouraged to sit silently across from the artist for a duration of their choosing, becoming participants in the artwork. Abramović, acting as an “emotional mirror” to the patrons, silently stared at them, often inducing deeply profound and heartbreaking reactions.

(via cannibaljackrabbit)

my summer?

my summer?

(via sarahbethxx)

So yesterday a stewardess on the airplane called me sir and then got really embarrassed and called me maam in a hurry. I grinned so silly. A few years ago I might have gotten offended or self conscious but actually, it made me feel happy. I felt silly because I think the stewardess thought she made a grave mistake but actually I was perfectly fine with being called sir. I also kinda realized earlier I appeared as a boy (due to lack of makeup, plain clothing, and pinned up hair making it look short). I wonder now if my reaction here is because I’m finally comfortable being queer. I was mistaken for a boy a few times when I was young and it made an impression on me what others expected of me as a girl. After, feeling as though I looked “masculine” made me feel monsterous and weird, like I was wearing clothes when naked and naked when wearing clothes. I think finally in the second generation of this life thing I am able to walk around comfortable in my clothes choices, whether it means people associate me with any gender.  

Because good sex doesn’t mean “sex that fits the arbitrary ideas of what sex ‘ought’ to look like,” good sex means sex that everyone involved enjoys. Some of the best sex in my life has involved guys that come quickly or small penises or no orgasms on my part; nearly all of the worst sex in my life has fit the archetypical “good sex” to a tee. (And of course all of the best sex of my life has involved my hairy-ass nonbinary makeup-free self, so the ‘lady who looks like a model’ bit’s just lost forever.)

— Good Sex | No, Seriously, What About Teh Menz? (via sexisnottheenemy)

(via sexisnottheenemy)

(Source: xenix, via dirtymouthdirtymind)

(Source: politics-war, via lesfemmes)

hard-2-handle:

Joseba Eskubi

I look for the cracks in the walls
the cracks in consciousness

hard-2-handle:

Joseba Eskubi

I look for the cracks in the walls

the cracks in consciousness

(via freakkingd0m)

moshiyama:

Walrus (Taken with instagram)

picture of us posing for a picture… pantsless. 
going to miss these times. 

moshiyama:

Walrus (Taken with instagram)

picture of us posing for a picture… pantsless. 

going to miss these times.