goals – Page 12 – Switchette

What do you do when you're stressed?
“I live in Atlanta, so I have lil turnup sessions with my friends where I would go turn on a lil rap music and just go crazy. We have fun. But I also do yoga, I allow myself to get frustrated for like 3 minutes and I’m like, ”Ok, Janelle… You got 3 minutes. Get it together.” I have to talk to myself. But when I’m too stressed I’m like, “I need to take a break. I just need to take a break, go call your grandmother, go call home." because your tribe, they take you back. They remind you of how blessed you are and the struggle they went through so that you can make it to where you are today.” – Janelle Monae

thebigblackwolfe:

sapphrikah:

searchingforsafespaces:

livingsingle-tv:

i live for Max.

Best written character of all time. All. Time.

MY GODDESS

ktempest:

Models have to have dead face when they walk the runway. Gina Torres is smiling like she is the most bestest ever in that dress (and she is)

thekusabi:

「Quickie」 by dawn2cool

Haven’t watched much Adventure Time. Still ship this.

Can you blame me? I mean, c’mon, it’s Marceline.

turningtricksbreakingdicks:

WHO IS THIS

seansoo:

but why do we have to get married and have children

why can’t we just get a group of friends and live happily ever after in an apartment and share the profits

i’d be much happier that way

herdirtylittleheart:

2.

I realised, as I walked into Rumi’s kitchen and took off my dress, that I spent too much time in my early twenties looking at my sexuality as something I needed to define and pin down. Like the key was to figure out the exact combination of words and labels to describe my sexual preference and proclivities, then I could own it and celebrate it and answer everyone’s questions neatly and I would be complete.

What I’ve learned is that it’s a journey, and it’s not about defining it, it’s about experiencing it… my sexuality, it’s nuanced and versatile and so is yours. As I change and grow as a person I crave different things, I have new curiosities, new desires. Different things push my buttons, my fantasies change as I experience more of the world and learn more about myself.

All this to say that as I stood between them in my lingerie while their cocks throbbed in their jeans I wasn’t hung up on any of it. I savoured every minute, I owned every second of pleasure. I felt powerful on my knees in between them, teasing them so slowly with my tongue, making them patiently wait their turn while I gave the other what he wanted.

There was no shame in the way I worshipped their cocks, or the way I let them use me afterwards. Just pure unadulterated joy.

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visualgraphic: Do epic shit – Paper Crafts

I take myself out to dinner and do not look at my phone once. I do not call a friend up and ask them to join me. I listen attentively to the conversation in my head. I walk with myself to the library. Read novels, magazines, dusty collections of poetry. Browse zines online and buy a stack of ones that catch my interest. I close my eyes in bed and put my hands in-between my thighs. Know when to go faster, when to slow down, when to speed it up. I moan without shame. I make myself coffee, sip it languorously on my balcony, let my bare shoulders be warmed by the sun and ignore my neighbor’s sideways looks. I put on lipstick on the days I am not leaving the house. Walk around confidently, wearing only underwear and carelessness. Shake my limbs to the busting beat of a song and do not worry about my arms going one way and my legs another. I bite down hard on “monogamy.” Swish it around in my mouth, run my tongue over its bumps and curves, and then spit it out. I bleed on scraps of paper. Let my thoughts out. Listen to them more intently than any person could. I see all parts of me and do not blush. I do not look away. I do not try to run. I stare deeper. Force myself to keep eye contact. Accept all that is inside of me. Make my apologies. I bend my hands in forgiveness. I rise, dripping in the blood of past and future guilt and say, it is okay. All of you. All of me. It is okay.

In A Committed Relationship With Myself | Lora Mathis
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would u call this narcissism or self-love pt. 2 (via lora-mathis)

This.

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nankingdecade:

dasflute:

redheadedpet:

how can she drool like that? so hot!

I like the look of surprise at the end. As if “Oh, yeah, I forgot I was doing this!”

Oh look, a sword swallower. I bet she’s been trying to get that gig at the circus sideshow for ages.