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Call me Ishmael.
(Just kidding. That's not even my real name.)

"My Uncle Alex Vonnegut, an insurance salesman who lived at 5033 North Pennsylvania, taught me something very important. He said that when things are going really well we should be sure to notice it. He was talking about very simple occasions, not great victories. Maybe drinking lemonade under a shade tree, or smelling the aroma of a bakery, or fishing, or listening to music coming from a concert hall while standing in the dark outside, or, dare I say, after a kiss. He told me it was important at such times to say out loud, “If this isn’t nice, what is?”"

-Kurt Vonnegut (via indoor-exploration)

Advice on enjoyment from the great Vonnegut, who continuously teaches me how to make life a place where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

(via anglophilemeetsbibliophile)

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Sext: I want you to rest your eyes on my pulse. Let your breath leave marks on my skin. You feel like a chain around my neck, but I don’t mind.

Sext: Will you fuck me mindless?

Sext: Love me like a car crash, a train wreck. Love me like Armageddon is happening in our bed.

Sext: You ask me to tell you what turns me on, what will make passion run through my veins. Whisper poetry in my ear, baby. Words can take me to another universe the way nothing else can.

Sext: You are captivating, and you smell of loneliness. You smell of misery, coal mines and a dying earth. Dig your fingers into my ribs. Bite my shoulder. Claw your nails down my back so we can both smell the same.

Sext: Your hands, all over me. Your hands. Clamped to my thighs, clamped to my waist, pulling me closer.

Sext: We touch, and this is the best thing I have discovered.

Sext: Here are my wrists. Here are my palms. Here are my knees that fell to the ground.

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-Zaeema , Sexts. (via zjhussain)

middleeasternpoetry:

I cannot see. Save love of thee a soul in me, I cannot see. I cannot see. An object for my love, save thee, I cannot see. I cannot see. Repose or patience in my mind I cannot find. I cannot find. With gracious glance or friendship free, I cannot see. I cannot see. Show in thy face some sign of grace, since for the pain wherewith I’m slain; except thy face a remedy. I cannot see. I cannot see. If thou wouldn’t see me, speed thy feet, for parted from thy presence sweet, continued life on earth for me, I cannot see. I cannot see. O friend, stretch out a hand to save, for I am fallen in a wave of which the crest, if crest there be… I cannot see. I cannot see. With gracious care and kindly air, come hither and my state repair. Apart from thee, I cannot see, I cannot see. - Iraqi 

middleeasternpoetry:

I cannot see. Save love of thee a soul in me, I cannot see. I cannot see. An object for my love, save thee, I cannot see. I cannot see. Repose or patience in my mind I cannot find. I cannot find. With gracious glance or friendship free, I cannot see. I cannot see. Show in thy face some sign of grace, since for the pain wherewith I’m slain; except thy face a remedy. I cannot see. I cannot see. If thou wouldn’t see me, speed thy feet, for parted from thy presence sweet, continued life on earth for me, I cannot see. I cannot see. O friend, stretch out a hand to save, for I am fallen in a wave of which the crest, if crest there be… I cannot see. I cannot see. With gracious care and kindly air, come hither and my state repair. Apart from thee, I cannot see, I cannot see. - Iraqi 

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