Miss Ubiquitous

yup yup

Sat, 18 May 2013 20:25:53 -0700

yup yup

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Thu, 16 May 2013 21:58:15 -0700

"If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:44:52 -0700

“If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.”

- Lisa Kleypas (via vvolare)

lordjaysus: sallynopants: One night President Obama and his...

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:44:06 -0700

lordjaysus:

sallynopants:

One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the President’s Secret Service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you?” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”

get it girl

z snap

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Sun, 12 May 2013 20:20:29 -0700

sinkling: cravings: surfed: s-undazed: fl-orish: ylub: fl-o...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:17:23 -0700

sinkling:

cravings:

surfed:

s-undazed:

fl-orish:

ylub:

fl-orish:

wow, what book?!

WHAT BOOKK SERIOUSLY

someone put us out of our miseryyyyyy

this is my picture! please don’t change the source!

and the book is called perfect for you by kate perry :)

i really hope its not by the katy perry im thinking of

Why? Is the Katy Perry a bad person? Does she insult and underestimate anyone like you do now?

luxelif-e:

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:08:49 -0700

luxelif-e:

so-relatable-blog: Most relatable posts here!

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:04:56 -0700

so-relatable-blog:

Most relatable posts here!

They danced their little courtship full of broken eggshells and apologetic smiles, their touch...

Fri, 10 May 2013 08:38:26 -0700

They danced their little courtship full of broken eggshells and apologetic smiles, their touch became awkward and yet laced with such itching desire to consume each other, to fall foul of the wrath that simmered just beneath their skin. Hers for the truth she wanted to purge from him, the anger at her betrayal to herself for refusing it. His for the demons that were awoken and raking at his skin to get out, the memories of old, of the secrets kept from others, making this feel as empty, and as worthless.

Here she now lay in sheets drenched with her own lust, writhing in a rage against her own touch, under his watchful gaze and commanding instruction. He couldn’t trust himself to touch her, though he knew the addiction to physical release he had instilled in her, needed his guidance to keep her safe. He feared without his touch, she would finally break and seek it elsewhere. He felt himself breathless and clawing as she reached her heady peek, as she surrendered with a scream to the ecstasy she so craved, his fingers gripping the glass tumbler until his knuckles were white, gritting his teeth he stood and walked to the foot of the bed where she lay panting and wild.

He closed his eyes, for he dreaded to see the hatred in hers, and said

“I fear what harm I would do, I fear to touch you Little One”.

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Tue, 07 May 2013 20:32:54 -0700

cosmiic: LOVERS The First by Anne-D Mejaki

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:21:30 -0700

cosmiic:

LOVERS The First by

Anne-D Mejaki

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Mon, 06 May 2013 23:16:47 -0700

illuminatizeitgeist: “Thousands of candles can be lit from a...

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:12:34 -0700

illuminatizeitgeist:

“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”

—Buddha

99lions: Smeared Skies by Matt Molloy Matt busted out into the...

Mon, 06 May 2013 00:08:45 -0700

99lions:

Smeared Skies by Matt Molloy

Matt busted out into the art scene with his smeared sky photos. Stacking 100 to 200 photos into one, he gave a new way to enjoy the view above us.

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Mon, 06 May 2013 00:05:29 -0700

"No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your ‘religious freedom.’ If you..."

Fri, 03 May 2013 08:34:38 -0700

“No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your ‘religious freedom.’ If you don’t like birth control, don’t use it. Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs.”

- President Barack Obama (via bravegrrl)

He walked in, realizing instantly she was there, he caught her scent and inhaled it in deeply,...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 21:08:52 -0700

He walked in, realizing instantly she was there, he caught her scent and inhaled it in deeply, taking a moment to indulge in how it evoked a raging need to consume her. He shrugged of his coat, dropped his keys on the sideboard, and loosened his tie. All traces of tiredness evaporated, his every sense heightened, an inner growl burning at his throat.

Walking along the corridor he saw her teasing trail of garments littering the floor, smiling mischievously at the image of her stripping them one by one, discarding them, as she knew they would not be needed. Heels, little black dress, stopping short of his bedroom door her stockings lay so temptingly. A primal stirring simmering under the surface of his skin.

As he looked up, entering the doorway, his breath was forced from him, like a physical blow he gasped, there she sat, kneeling on his bed, in only delicates, head bowed, hands on her knees. Suddenly he felt the shift, her submission, her surrender, provoked a wrathful need to devour her, to claim her with a force to rival a thousand hurricanes.

Dragging air into his aching lungs, every inch of his body screamed for her, to reduce this beautiful little creature to a writhing mess, to show her pleasure beyond anything possible, to show her over and over again what an alluring seductress she was. He felt the need clawing at his sanity, to dominate her, to take her with the most tender of brutality. Oh how she conflicted him so, the need to violate and defile her, mixed with barely able to touch her for fear she might shatter.

Standing in front of her, he stroked his finger along her cheek, under her chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze, as their eyes met he felt the shudder of hunger pour from her, saw the peeking arousal of her curves, eyes widening, as he brushed his thumb along her lips. Her breathing deep and ragged, heaving her curves so deliciously, he ran his fingers over her neck, almost sadistically enjoying the quivering whimper he elicited from her as they started to tighten around her throat.

Feeling his prickling compulsion to command her every emotion, he growled smoothly

” I see you kneel, then you had better be prepared to obey, Little One”.

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Fri, 26 Apr 2013 08:01:53 -0700

"I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 08:00:21 -0700

“I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want to go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.”

- Elay Neal Moses (via godmoves)

She was exhausted, yet still begging for more, still hungry for that final free fall, almost weeping...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 08:14:29 -0700

She was exhausted, yet still begging for more, still hungry for that final free fall, almost weeping with frustrated need to feel that rush, instead only the wrath that she could feel clawing at her even in this semi dream like state. Or was it trapped in their sordid, debauched addiction to each other, or was this about more than that? Was this a punishment, thoughts clouded, she knew she needed to try make sense of this.

He had never been about punishment, never about force, so why had she assumed this was any different? Gasping as his mouth found her slick warmth, she cried out to feel the soothing stokes against her burning skin, teasing the pleasure so beautifully, delicately, soft kisses and warm lips caressing her.

He pushed her on, wanting so desperately for her to understand, yes he was using pleasure in the most twisted of ways, but this was about building strength within her, not breaking or destroying. After all they had been through he needed her to dig so very deep, to be taken over and over again to her darkness, so that she might overcome it, so that she would crave to overcome it. He needed her to understand her submission, her surrender, her strength sat in harmony within her soul. She needed to see his dominance, his control, his love, his tenderness were united, they coexisted, they made him the man he was. It needed not to be one without the other, these were not roles they played, these were not characters they became, this was the being that they stirred in each other, they could be all of these even at the same time.

He forced her pleasure on, and watched as the stirrings of defiance starting to simmer in those eyes, he saw the rage igniting, he saw her trying to form the words, between whimpers. He had longed for her to see the beautiful woman she was, to see herself through his eyes, to feel the empowering delight in her sensuality, never would he want her shamed for indulging in that. He studied her carefully and at the moment he knew she would finally put a stop to this infected torture, he slipped within her and released her.

She cried out, screaming his name, scratching at his skin, leaving crimson ribbons of fury etched into his back, wave after wave of explosive rapture, she struggled to breathe, until it completely consumed her, dragging in deep breaths to her burning chest, slick and exhausted she curled up as he pulled her close and stroked her hair.

As he watched the storm subside, as her breathing slowed and calmed, he cupped her face in his hands, kissed her mouth and with such heart breaking tenderness, breathed.

“Be proud of your seduction, never show me shame in your indulgences, Little One”.