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jhenne-bean: daniellemertina: T.I is giving me life! They’re all working the old man dances and I cannot get enough

Show #127 w/ Atu by Soulection Radio on Mixcloud

ombuddha: Most people feel cozy enough in samsara. They do not really have the genuine aspiration to go beyond samsara; they just want samsara to be a little bit better. The underlying motivation to go beyond samsara is very rare, even for people who go to Dharma centers. There are many people who learn to meditate and so forth, but with the underlying motive that they hope to make themselves feel better. And if it ends up making them feel worse, instead of realizing that this may be a good sign, they think there is something wrong with Dharma. We are always looking to make ourselves comfortable in the prison house. We might think that if we get the cell wall painted a pretty shade of pale green, and put in a few pictures, it won’t be a prison any more. Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo. Photo by Drawmurai Studio.
the travel, not the destination.

between the three of us (you, me, & we/us) we need to be growing.

Maybe I haven’t grown as much as I’ve really wanted to because I now feel a lack of growth. (time is definitely growing and that’s actually a good thing)


There will still be a we but I need me to grow. If I don’t feel growth, I see how it stumps my emotional well-being too “/ I’ve been draining the us growth for too long and I’m frustrating myself. I can’t and don’t fault you for not wanting growth for yourself or us, I wish I could feel like that but I don’t.

My uneasiness, uncertainty, and unhappiness (yeah, iknowright) is killing me and possibly us. It’s best for me to work on myself and get myself together so the us is not destroyed.

d0aner:

i’m kind of confused as to why some people hate greek yogurt

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Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking water. It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe. Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh. It’s not about being “good in bed.” It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you. Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be. I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want. It’s originality. It’s passion. It’s joy. Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what. You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you. Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel. This isn’t a test.

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I’m too behind on MadMen, I ain’t interested in LHH,ATL right now. And in that order…