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    Introverts don’t get lonely if they don’t socialize with a lot of people, but we do get lonely if we don’t have intimate interactions on a regular basis.
    — Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World (Perigee Trade, 2012)

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    Whoever said that it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before can suck my dick
    — Peter Steele (Type O Negative)

    Perfect man.

    (via foreverstreetmetalbitchwitch)

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    I wish there was more to life than constantly trying to keep myself company. I enjoy being alone, but I don’t like being lonely.

     
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    I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.
    — (via jesape)

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    Reblogged from stripperwife

    When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.
     
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    I hate when you hear something you don’t want to and your stomach drops and you need to isolate yourself from everyone 

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    Hypothermia

    (Source: depressive-suicidal-black-metal)