white people are literally always like “ugh I look so Asian when I smile” like bitch you wish smh
There is truly nothing like sitting your little princess on your lap so she faces you and embracing her tight with your arms. Just as she wraps herself around you and clings onto you, then buries her face deep into your shoulder. You rub her back and gently swap side to side, while giving her the occasional kiss on the cheek.
Sometimes a little needs that, to feel safe, to feel secure, to feel innocent, to feel like the little girl that she is, and to feel the love her Daddy has for her.
Sometimes Daddies need that to feel like he is her gentle nurturer, to feel like he is her protector, to feel like her emotional rock, to feel the trust his little one has for him, and to feel the love his little one has for him.
do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes
Reyna Biddy (via kushandwizdom)
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.
Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them (via queer-lust)
So simple yet so many men that call themselves Doms get it so wrong…
I think I get it right.
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
Charles Bukowski (via felicefawn)
And I’m tired of everything else. But I don’t ever seem to get tired of you.
High Fidelity (2000), Dir. Stephen Frears (via wnq-movies)