Bukowski

17 Newcastle, England.

To die would be an awfully big adventure

Bukowski
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"One: Buy condoms. Buy them and keep them with you at all times, and use them before you are asked to use them. And use them every time. The peace of mind you allow your partner will free her to be vulnerable with you, and that, my son, is exactly what sex is about. Condoms are sexy. In fact, call buying condoms foreplay.
(Footnote: If you are too embarrassed to buy condoms, you are not ready to have sex.)

Two: Kissing is not merely foreplay. Spend entire evenings making out on the couch while fully clothed. Believe me, dry-humping rocks.

Three: Sex is not just about friction. It’s about emotion. Stop trying to find her clitoris and find her heart. Because then she’ll help you find her clitoris.

Four: If you really wanna know how to please a woman, ask her how she masturbates. Then do that. A lot. If she claims she doesn’t masturbate, offer to take her shopping for a vibrator so you can both learn the vocabulary of her body together.

Five: Don’t put anything in her butthole you wouldn’t want in your own.
(Footnote: Try a pinky finger, it’s kinda awesome.)

Six: When you go down on her—and you will go down on her, and if you are my son, you will be amazing at it—tell her how good she tastes. Stop in the middle and kiss her deeply so she knows how good she tastes. Do the same when she goes down on you.

Seven: A simple Google search will yield 1,327 euphemisms for male masturbation, yet only 23 for female masturbation. If guys spent less time jacking off and more time jilling off, this world would be a happier place.

Eight: Everything you need to know about the importance of the clitoris is in the movie Star Wars. You are Luke Skywalker piloting your penis-shaped X-Wing Fighter deep inside her trench. Remember: seventy percent of all Death Stars cannot be blown up through penetration of the trench alone. It must be through focused contact with that little exhaust port at the top of the trench. Otherwise, any explosions you experience will be merely Hollywood special effects.

Nine: Just because you come doesn’t mean she has, so don’t you dare come before her. Focus completely on your partner. Don’t worry about gettin’ yours, you’re a guy. You always get yours. Your job is to make sure she’s gettin’ hers.

Ten: If sex with your partner lasts no longer than this poem, you are not making love. You are masturbating with her body instead of your hand. Shame on you. Go back to step one. You’ve got a lot of learning to do.
Love, Dad."

Big Poppa E., “How To Make Love”  (via punkrockmermaid)

Love this SO MUCH!!!

(via mmmhmmmmmmmm)

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At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.

Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.

When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.

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Caitlin Moran  (via bruisinq)
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"One night we had a conversation and he said “ I think it’s about time and I’ve had enough” and I was saying “Yes I understand” but I really didn’t mean it I really didn’t think he’d completely pull the plug."
Morrissey on the breakup of The Smiths (via watch4cyclist)
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"Our skin is an arbitrary concept of separation. We are porous beings. We absorb and we release. We are a part of what surrounds us in a way that very few people consciously experience. We are born from this world, not into it."
Emile van Straaten (via wnq-writers)
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"When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word."
Ann Brashares
(via wordsnquotes)
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lost-in-ikea:
“ glam00ur:
“ “ all 46 excuses on my friends wall,
1. i was just really, really early for tomorrow
2. we can’t all be usain bolt
3. in this day and age, we shouldn’t need labels like “late”
4. i had pe first period do you blame me
5. i...
lost-in-ikea:
“ glam00ur:
“ “ all 46 excuses on my friends wall,
1. i was just really, really early for tomorrow
2. we can’t all be usain bolt
3. in this day and age, we shouldn’t need labels like “late”
4. i had pe first period do you blame me
5. i...
lost-in-ikea:
“ glam00ur:
“ “ all 46 excuses on my friends wall,
1. i was just really, really early for tomorrow
2. we can’t all be usain bolt
3. in this day and age, we shouldn’t need labels like “late”
4. i had pe first period do you blame me
5. i...
lost-in-ikea:
“ glam00ur:
“ “ all 46 excuses on my friends wall,
1. i was just really, really early for tomorrow
2. we can’t all be usain bolt
3. in this day and age, we shouldn’t need labels like “late”
4. i had pe first period do you blame me
5. i...
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"If I am to never see you again in person please know that I enjoyed every moment spent together. Every time you held my hand, every time you placed your head in my lap, every time you kissed me. I cherished it all. I will continue to cherish those lazy afternoons we spent watching movies on the couch, embraced in each other’s arms. I will remember the way you breathed. The way your chest rose and fell and the sound of your calm heartbeat. I will remember every scent your skin gave off. I will remember the way your skin felt on my hands. The way you held me when I was so afraid of the world. How you only drove with one hand just so you could hold mine. I will remember the way your breath increased when I kissed your neck and explored every inch of your body. I will never forget every physical interaction. Every laugh. Every kiss or hug goodbye. I will cherish you and let you live on in my memory."
T.G. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #204 (via understudier)
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