Here’s to the people who…

quidditchconsent:

… Ask “can I kiss you?” or lean in halfway and then wait for you to close the gap.

… Tap the item of clothing and check to see if you’re okay removing it.

… Respect your boundaries *without* pointing out how “nice” and “patient” they’re being and how very hard they’re struggling to be okay with it.

… Surprise you with kisses *only after* you’ve told them how much you enjoy getting surprise kisses from them.

… Remember where you don’t like to be touched.

… Appreciate your body as it is and when it changes.

… Communicate before, during, and after intimacy.

Here’s to the people who make consent a natural part of relationships, as it should be.

deadvibess:

and it’s the united states.

"Just focus mainly on your hair because that’s the only thing people are gonna care about."
— Matty Healy on giving advice to his younger self (via xoxotrumanblackxoxo)
"You think I’m not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn."
— Margaret Atwood, from “Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing” (via larmoyante)
"There’s usually a boy. Sometimes
not. Either way, there’s someone
and they’ve hurt me.
There’s someone and they don’t
love me back,
because that’s what I want. That’s
my poetry."
Caitlyn Siehl, Drawing the Dragon (via alonesomes)
"She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her."
— Joyce Maynard, Labor Day (via thenomadbed)
"I don’t mind getting naked or seeing you naked. I don’t mind talking about sex or having sex or never having sex. I don’t mind my body or your body with mine. I don’t mind your sweaty palms, your chapped lips, your dirty tongue. I don’t mind your noisy music, your crappy poetry, your soiled shoes and ugly handwriting. I don’t mind 2ams and late night phone calls, stolen kisses and white lies. I don’t mind your half-eaten donut, frozen teabags and sticky hair. I want your toothbrush’s head leaning towards mine. I want your 4am back massage. Cup my breasts and don’t say they’re small. I already know that. Kiss me once and kiss me more. Pretend what we’re doing is illegal. It’s always good to be caught with our mouths tied together like handcuffs. Dry your cheeks and make me bleed. Crave me. Crave me. Crave me."

allmymetaphors:

allmymetaphors:

Day 47/365

This is as genuine and real as it gets right now

I THOUGHT THIS WAS TOO PERSONAL FOR ANYONE TO LIKE BUT THAT IS APPARENTLY NOT THE CASE 

THEME ©