jackilewis asked: aww. we got weekend 1 with the monthly payment plan thing! hopefully you guys can get weekend 1 tho, ive seen a lot of people end up trading!
gahh! Yeah, we really want to go to weekend 1 too. We paid off weekend 2 already LOL but hopefully when the second wave of tickets come around, we can get through the server for weekend 1! Yeah, people sell & trade all the time, so we’re not too worried about selling weekend 2 when it comes lol hope all is well babygirl, keep kicking ass in school & dance!
after painting this sucker with chalk paint, I want to make everything a chalk board because I can! super excited to get this baby going. decided now would be a good time to start saving for our two major trips we’ve been planning for 2015!
Coachella Tickets: CHECK
Disney World Tickets: CHECK
-it’s only fair if he is taking me to Disney World in Florida, I promised to take him to Harry Potter World :)
as if the first half of 2014 has been nothing short from amazing, the rest of 2014 is pretty stacked as well. i’m so excited
July 27th: Barnum & Bailey Circus
August 15th-17th: Vegas
September 6th: Walking with Dinosaur
September 19th: Drake vs Lil Wayne
September 30th: Sam Smith
October 9th: School Boy Q, The Weeknd & Jhene Aiko
October TBA : Mickey Halloween Party
November 7th: Musiq Soulchild
-can’t wait to make more memories with the greatest blessing of 2014, my best friend. its good to have him back in my life <3
my fav, sleeping booty 😘😴
You don’t deserve me. Not at all. You always tell me I matter to you but your words are far different from your actions. You gave me false hopes and broken promises. You made me felt like I am nothing. For all I know, I did everything for you. I even swallowed my own pride just to forgive and forget the things you’ve done wrong. I used to believe that in time, you’ll change and you’ll slowly realize my sacrifices but I was completely wrong. You failed me. You became worse. You gave me heartaches. All I ever asked is to make me feel important but I guess its too much to ask for. You never gave me that. But I wont deny that you made me happy. Yes, you did. Its just that its not enough. You never made efforts. I was the one who did. And you know what? I grew tired making efforts. That made me gave up on you. You never showed me my worth. Until now i’m still asking myself, am i unworthy? Its been quite a while, and sadly i’m still not healing and I guess its gonna be a long run before everything in me is aright again. This is hard. This is suffocating. This is just too hard to handle but don’t worry i’m still carrying on. Making ways to mend this. I cant blame you for all of this because at some point I had wrongs and shortcomings, too. I am not a perfect lover but at least I tried. I never thought its not enough. At least, I learned.
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.
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.
If you find a girl that is willing to go through hell just to keep the relationship going, you really shouldn’t take her love for granted.
Going through hell for someone and in return being taken for granted was the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. Never. Again.