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September 8, 2013 at 12:05 PM

rolledtrousers:

See, Saw, Sought
It’s about getting from here to there. Here being all the things you are, every valley, each trough, the good with the bad. There being… something else. The other, the you you want to be, not the you you are. You push together all jagged teeth and odd bulges, insecurities and neurosis and faults, and we force ourselves into the kind of shapes that fill in the other person’s cracks. 
I’ve often heard it said that a relationship shouldn’t be about finding someone who completes you, instead just finding someone who accentuates, complements, reinforces. That finding some cosmic ying to your cosmic yang isn’t actually all that much of a healthy thing to look for, because it begins with the fundamental belief that you’re not quite complete on your own. 
But this is a conscious effort, adopting the role that begs another half. One can’t exist without the other, they’re defined by their twin natures. You rely on me, and I rely on you, bound and begging on the bed. I must be begged of just as much as you must do the begging. The rope needs a victim, and it needs someone to manipulate it into knots and bindings. 
Does that mean there’s an intrinsic unbalance in the way I identify, in the way you do? That we’re acknowledging that we’re incomplete, that we need someone, and that in itself is a sign of weakness? Perhaps. But then I’d challenge you to find any one individual who holds themselves in perfect balance, mediating the world with Justice’s blind stare. Life is unbalance. It’s chaos, chance, random systems clashing to produce random results, all of it conflating until you’re just standing amid this beautiful blaze and you’re not sure whether you’re the flame or the tinder. 
Finding someone who so eloquently meters out your stronger traits with theirs is more than a little bit of a blessing, when you look at it like that. 

So appreciative to rolledtrousers for consistently blurring the erotic line between the genitals and the brain.

rolledtrousers:

See, Saw, Sought

It’s about getting from here to there. Here being all the things you are, every valley, each trough, the good with the bad. There being… something else. The other, the you you want to be, not the you you are. You push together all jagged teeth and odd bulges, insecurities and neurosis and faults, and we force ourselves into the kind of shapes that fill in the other person’s cracks. 

I’ve often heard it said that a relationship shouldn’t be about finding someone who completes you, instead just finding someone who accentuates, complements, reinforces. That finding some cosmic ying to your cosmic yang isn’t actually all that much of a healthy thing to look for, because it begins with the fundamental belief that you’re not quite complete on your own. 

But this is a conscious effort, adopting the role that begs another half. One can’t exist without the other, they’re defined by their twin natures. You rely on me, and I rely on you, bound and begging on the bed. I must be begged of just as much as you must do the begging. The rope needs a victim, and it needs someone to manipulate it into knots and bindings. 

Does that mean there’s an intrinsic unbalance in the way I identify, in the way you do? That we’re acknowledging that we’re incomplete, that we need someone, and that in itself is a sign of weakness? Perhaps. But then I’d challenge you to find any one individual who holds themselves in perfect balance, mediating the world with Justice’s blind stare. Life is unbalance. It’s chaos, chance, random systems clashing to produce random results, all of it conflating until you’re just standing amid this beautiful blaze and you’re not sure whether you’re the flame or the tinder. 

Finding someone who so eloquently meters out your stronger traits with theirs is more than a little bit of a blessing, when you look at it like that. 

So appreciative to rolledtrousers for consistently blurring the erotic line between the genitals and the brain.

(Source: sweet-kinky-geek)

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September 8, 2013 at 11:54 AM

beautyshooter:

Burner Butt.

beautyshooter:

Burner Butt.

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September 8, 2013 at 11:49 AM

beautyshooter:

Playa Godess

Me. Back home.

beautyshooter:

Playa Godess

Me. Back home.

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June 5, 2013 at 9:26 PM

(Source: poppunk---notpills, via ana-granger)

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June 5, 2013 at 9:13 PM

mystiquel:

ifthese-sh33ts-werethestates:

glorialovescats:

visual representation of putting your trust in someone

too powerful not to reblog

I literally feel like this

mystiquel:

ifthese-sh33ts-werethestates:

glorialovescats:

visual representation of putting your trust in someone

too powerful not to reblog

I literally feel like this

(Source: pikeys, via alternative-mind)

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June 5, 2013 at 8:58 PM

beautyshooter:

Conflicts Vs. Dreams

beautyshooter:

Conflicts Vs. Dreams

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February 13, 2013 at 2:01 PM

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December 29, 2012 at 11:44 AM

santosha65:

This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man.
Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer - because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst shit on earth.”

santosha65:

This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man.

Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer - because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst shit on earth.”

(Source: ihavetopeerealbad, via envou)

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December 29, 2012 at 11:18 AM

The fabric of his shirt between her thighs and his hands cupping her cheeks beneath the thin vail of her dress.  And is she wearing panties or is he getting a glimpse of the wetness  budding on her lips in anticipation? 

The fabric of his shirt between her thighs and his hands cupping her cheeks beneath the thin vail of her dress.  And is she wearing panties or is he getting a glimpse of the wetness  budding on her lips in anticipation? 

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December 5, 2012 at 8:52 PM

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