"There is only one important point you must keep in your mind and let it be your guide. No matter what people call you, you are just who you are. Keep to this truth. You must ask yourself how is it you want to live your life. We live and we die, this is the truth that we can only face alone. No one can help us, not even the Buddha. So consider carefully, what prevents you from living the way you want to live your life?"
The Dalai Lama (via siriusc)
subway??? no man this is domway. we tell you how you want your sandwich and u shut up and eat it.
There’s a boy I’m talking to at the moment. I have been, for a while. He is rather handsome, and so far we seem to like a lot of the same things. I’m going to try to fit in a meeting before I head up north, I could really need a good, well, anything about now. All the pent up energy I have from spending the last two months reading for exams really needs and outlet. Yes, yes please. The things he says he’d do to me.
I’ll keep you posted.
I met a very interesting man today. Not for any other purpose than play, mind you, but he was nice and calm and interesting and handsome, and these are all things I enjoy in a man. Hope we do end up playing.
Didn’t think this get to almost 17k notes…
My favourite part about the 17,000 notes is probably that 16,000 of the people who have reblogged this wouldn’t even know where to start with rope usage.
personally never put much thought into rope bondage, but I may think about it now..
"Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive."
Hafiz (via siriusc)
It might make me cruel, but I love it when someone is in love with me. I love knowing that someone is in love with me, even if I have no intention of returning it. I like being noticed. I like attention.
Although, I do like being in love as well. I like having someone to belong to. I like having someone who’ll protect me. I like having someone.
I’d rather be on my own until I find the right someone, though.
"For women the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time."
Isabel Allende (via theguccislut)
There was a boy. I was his from the day we met. I was his for two years and three and a half months. It has been four months since we broke up now, and finally we can be just friends. We can talk again. Laugh again. I’ve missed it.
Sometimes I worry that my coldness, how I shut off a lot of negative emotions now, will backlash and tear me down and apart some day.