“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” — Rumi

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I want to make you smile and I want to make you cum.
I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing.
I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head.
I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed.
I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back.
I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me.
I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning.
I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse.
I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you.
I want to to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside me.
I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream.
I want to still be able to taste you in the morning.
I want you in every form.
(trm) Desire (via milkpan)

(Source: acutelesbian, via lyssamae)

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One of my recent stressors has been managing one of Phoenix’s largest food drives which commemorates 9/11.
Over the last 2 months, I’ve had to liaison hundreds of organizations and groups of people, and relay that information to truck drivers. It was unnerving when grown men would ask, “what is the schedule for the United Methodist Church, sir?” And looked to me for answers and the plan.
In the end, we gathered several tons of food and supplies for 2 food banks in Phoenix.
It was stressful on top of my school and other things going on in my life, but wow, I feel accomplished and proud of myself.
May our achievements help struggling families in need.