"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious."
Carl Jung (via bruxistbodhisattva)

andromeda, oil on canvas, 50x50cm, 2013

andromeda, oil on canvas, 50x50cm, 2013

chroniclesofdave:

The Smiths - Music to commit suicide to


Oh Deadie

chroniclesofdave:

The Smiths - Music to commit suicide to

Oh Deadie


if you haven’t seen this picture yet i’m sorry

if you haven’t seen this picture yet i’m sorry

Anonymous asked:
Fellas, how did you learn to go down on a girl? I know practice makes perfect but this seems like one of those things that always needs experience to even get started.

bootyscientist:

lovelyandbrown:

brigittefires:

lovelyandbrown:

Bryant: it takes practice. it takes being humble because you should always be open to new techniques…never settle. eat pussy like an underdog. 

Me: O_O

Take a peach. Bite a big ol’ hunk out of it. Now, figure out how many different ways you can lick that peach. Seriously, keep count. Now try to replicate some of them. Do that, before you read on. I’ll wait.

When you’re done, eat the rest of that peach. If you aren’t disgusted by how much slobber is on that peach, then you have not found enough ways of licking it yet. Try to nibble the peach without piercing its flesh. Keep going with all the parts of your mouth until you can’t hold onto the peach anymore because it’s too slippery. Did you lick the pit a bit too? No? Better get your ass another peach.

Now take a strawberry. Lick, suck, and nibble that strawberry from the peak end until you get it about half gone. Lick the strawberry to death, too, but don’t be afraid to get on that green-leafy section too. You might be surprised at how the licks you tried on the peach are different, and how the seemingly-unappetizing green leafy part really isn’t so bad (especially after your tongue is covered in strawberry juice anyway). Why yes, that is a euphemism for pubic hair! You’re learning! Try to nibble the strawberry without piercing its flesh.

Now find a willing partner and SPECIFICALLY ASK THEM if they would be willing to have you go down on them and give you feedback, both during and after. Put one hand on their hip, and one hand on their breast (you did wash them first, right?)—let’s leave your hands out of this, for now. Allllll those different licks and nibbles, try them out on all the different parts going on down there. Part labia, move it around, find the clitoris, all with your tongue and lips, and no fingers allowed. Nose is cheating but if you use it we will let it slide. Try things a few times in a row and see what your partner says, if anything, and then do something else a few times. Don’t do any one thing for too long, unless your partner tells you not to stop or moan in disappointment when you change it up a bit.

After your partner has declared themselves spent, then and only then may you stop. Jaw hurts? Use your lips closed for a while, or open up more. Drowning? Good job, there are worse ways to go.

Now, go forth, and take that pussy to church!

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sapiosexual-musings:

andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:

riddlemehiddleston:


This came into work today. I shortlisted it and displayed it on my cafe counter.
The back said something like “He is into BDSM. (Batman, Dragons, Star Wars, and Magic the Gathering).”
The first paragraph starts like this:

“I growl with frustration at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is fifty shades of messed up. Why is it so kinky and out of control? I need to stop sleeping with it wet. As I brush my long brown hair, the girl in the mirror brown eyes too big for her, stares back at me. Wait… my eyes are blue! It dawns on me that I haven’t been looking in the mirror—I’ve been staring at a poster of Kirsten Stewart for the past five minutes. My own hair is fine.”


my own hair is fine
oh my god where can i buy this



I have read this book and I assure you it is literary gold.

sapiosexual-musings:

andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:

riddlemehiddleston:

This came into work today. I shortlisted it and displayed it on my cafe counter.

The back said something like “He is into BDSM. (Batman, Dragons, Star Wars, and Magic the Gathering).”

The first paragraph starts like this:

“I growl with frustration at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is fifty shades of messed up. Why is it so kinky and out of control? I need to stop sleeping with it wet. As I brush my long brown hair, the girl in the mirror brown eyes too big for her, stares back at me. Wait… my eyes are blue! It dawns on me that I haven’t been looking in the mirror—I’ve been staring at a poster of Kirsten Stewart for the past five minutes. My own hair is fine.”

my own hair is fine

oh my god where can i buy this

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I have read this book and I assure you it is literary gold.

"You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body."
C. S. Lewis (via lazarusknowsthetruth)
georgetakei:

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