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1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.

2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have.

3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning.

4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing.

5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it.

6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that.

7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.

Some more little life lessons, by Daisy Lola. (via spearmintblonde)

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Sometimes I feel like I’m just too sensitive. I have a sense of logic and reasoning that is decent enough that I can’t even lie to myself. Somehow, I just can’t stand it when people leave. Even if it’s just brief and I know I’ll see them the next day, I hurt because I know that I hate being alone. Idk, I’m just a silly girl. I used to be a lot stronger. Lost my muchness. But hey, tomorrow’s another day and there’s a chance that I’ll find my muchness. Perhaps I just dropped it on my way home.

All my life I’ve been so used to people leaving and never coming back, but now it’s starting to hit me. I won’t see my best friend for another 13 years, and my worst fear was brought to life: my dad died. I’m scared that one day I’ll be all alone in this world. I already feel different from my family and friends that it’s hard to have a strong sense of connection with any particular group of people. I mean, what’s the sense? They’re all going away eventually. I’m disconnected emotionally and morally from my biological family, and distantly connected to my chosen families. I’ve lost my sense of having a home where I can be exactly who I am. I’m scared that if I have a chosen family, they won’t like all of me; that they’ll leave too.

*sigh*


Thankfully, I have my partner and a small group of friends. And memories of wonderful times and beautiful people. That keeps me going all the time :)

Hey you! Remember, you’re wonderful and lovely exactly how you are. No need to change that at all. <3

Also, I’ve learned that I’ve accomplished something important! I used to stand in front of the mirror naked before getting in the shower and hate the person I looked at. Now, I celebrate it and make funny faces at myself! Yay accomplishments!

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