YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature
Cosimo Galluzzi
Janaina Medeiros
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Three Goblin Art
titsay
Misplaced Lens Cap
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Andulka
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Product Placement
No title available
No title available
NASA
KIROKAZE
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
styofa doing anything
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Belarus
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
@iflovewasaboy
i know you never knew what it was like to be unloved.
you were only eight months old when you were given what i've never known.
you think you need him, that you couldn't live without him.
neither can i.
you've held me while i cried,
concussed myself because of all the pain mine inflicted,
torments that i couldn't get out of my body without killing it.
yet you still don't grasp that you have it all,
and I never truly will.
shoutout to the dude who once said that yang couldn't be a lesbian because she had big boobs, i hope you are doing good in such a fine and sunny day that is today my friend
what a legend
Should I speak to the chaplain?
I want to tell you about it, but you have enough on your plate right now. In due time, I'll pour it out to you.
Right now, I can't. The nightterrors scream me awake, and I can't. You wait for my familiarity, but I can't.
We've seen each other broken, your hands shielding my head from the floor as the vodka spilled from my lips. Grabbing them off of me, when I started a fight that I knew they would finish. But this is different, and you struggle to know what to do. Why do these things still haunt me after all this time? It's been months for some things, years for others. And yet I feel like I'm drowning again. Everything is too loud and smells like pure, soul-crushing fear. Like I'm standing right there again. I'm lying right there again. It's numb and increasingly paralyzing, but altogether, it just hurts.
I should speak with the chaplain.
Rules of Engagement: What They Forget to Add During Conversations About Safe S3x.
Everybody has taken part, or at least overheard, conversations about safe s3x and what it means to mindfully "do the do" with their partner. However, there are a few tips that everyone should remain aware of when they want to stay safe during the tango, and not just for reproductive avoidance.
Consent
First and foremost, while this should be common sense, you will always ask for consent before applying yourself to the program. Craving a kiss? Ask first. Wanna be cute and hold hands? Ask first. Even for the seemingly small things like leaning on someone. Ask first. Consent, consent, consent. Engrave it into your mind so you won't forget because if you do, you might end up doing something that the other person can't, and not in a good way. Be respectful and don't push boundaries, either. No one likes pushy or manipulative.
Hydration
Always make sure you are both hydrated when it comes to s3xy time. Take a moment beforehand, between rounds or positions, and especially afterward to drink some water or Gatorade, or whatever electrolyte concoction you need to remain a well-oiled machine. Staying in shape and eating healthy also never hurt anyone.
S3x Toys and Other Adventures
If you are a cis male, AMAB, a weiney-weilder, etc. try not to be intimidated or feel imasculated by your partner helping themselves to other devices while you go at it together (and don't be scared to try new things for yourself if you get curious.) It doesn't mean you are unattractive to them or unsatisfactory in any sense. Toys and gizmos are made to be fun and to add creativity to the mix.
Proper Preparation
Do NOT be afraid of purchasing and utilizing lubricants. In fact, always have it handy! Whether or not you or your partner are capable of self-lubrication, take the safer and more comfortable route of purchasing a safe product that you both will enjoy. Rough s3x doesn't have to be rough afterward. Take the proper steps to ensure that you and/or your partner are comfortable during the ride, and please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times.
Freaky!
There should always, and I mean always, be forewarnings and established rules when playing rough with your partner. Know the proper applications of choking, binding, spanking, etc. so you don't harm the other player. Remain aware throughout the entire play date. Listen and watch for cues of discomfort or pain, and be vocal when you are the one feeling discomfort or pain (even if it was previously negotiated, stop when you must.) As a giver, pay attention and stop when told. As a receiver, listen to yourself and stop whenever you wish. Don't feel bad or embarrassed, just stop and try again on your terms (if you want.)
Conclusion
Don't let your s3xy time be a flop. Be open and honest with what you both want and let yourselves relax. Enjoy the experience and avoid any issues by staying aware of the appropriate pre, during, and post operations and focus on having some fun!
You get learnt somethin' new every day.
1. Invest in a carpet cleaner. They are a life/time saver.
2. Don't be that person who ruins it for everybody. Be considerate and follow the rules. It's never really THAT hard to control yourself.
3. Don't sell yourself for less than you're worth but always do your damndest when you are relied upon.
4. Buy her flowers and bath bombs and pretty melatonin body scrubs. Bring her ice cream and wine for a surprise bath you made ready.
5. Getting off work before her doesn't mean slack off time. Take a breath and get back to the grind. She doesn't wanna do those chores after 12-hour shifts either.
6. Make time to take your dogs to the park. The casual social interactions can do you lot some good.
7. Always- and I mean ALWAYS... tell them you love them when you think about it. I don't care who they are, what time it is, etc. Tell them they matter before it's too late. You truly never know when that last conversation will happen and you can't redo it once it's gone.
I found my little saguaro, growing strong in the sand despite the efforts of many. Her needles pierce me, but the blood I shed is that of understanding and sorrow. Despite my tired arms I embrace her with a gentleness she's never felt, speak with tenderness she's never heard, and love with such depth she could never fathom.
And slowly, she heals.
Her flowers blossom in the evenings and she paints starry nights and she sings softly in the passenger seat. She lays my clothes out for work and I will lie her down and tell her every speck on her skin is perfect. A touch can be a trigger for you but mine are screams. It's safe in each other's arms.
I love you and you love me. The dog is wild yet comes when called. The baby will be born with a rainbow hung over its crib. There will be a few after that and they'll be shown how to learn and how to fight but also to teach and be civil. These are hopes now but it all starts with you. One kiss, one night in the top rack and we realized we were living in lies. She wanted everyone and he was a creep.
But they are gone. This is an 'us' now. A you-and-I, Bonnie and Clyde sort of love. We run amuck and fuck around. Hell, I guess the kids will be the finding out part. But those are bills due later on in our life. Every day is a lesson in living and loving and it gets hard but never that hard if we stick together. I'd rather ruck around the world sevenfold by your side than walk out our front door without my queen.
Ranting tonight but soon I will sleep and continue on my way to forever with you.
I love you. I'm sorry.
It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry.
The feeling of lying awake as you whimper. I'm sorry.
Your scars are everywhere but they are beautiful. I'm sorry.
You were a child. I'm sorry.
You were a baby. I'm sorry.
I move belts silently and with grace, too. I'm sorry.
Perfection isn't enough for me, either. Failure is fear. I'm sorry.
The liquor aisle is loud and sharp. You grab what you need and move quickly. I'm sorry.
This apology is long, yet too short. To all those who wake to fear and anger if you sleep at all through the grief and pain:
Your struggle is real to me and you matter. Monsters prey on innocence and the people who love deeply. It's hard to stay so soft and sweet when all you've known is abuse.
The days grow brighter if you let them. Wait for these days as you work toward a peaceful future. It's worth it, I promise. It might never be that easy, but it won't always be so hard. Love yourself and show compassion to others. This is the way in which we truly live.
I live to learn. Here's my latest bite of education.
Do the damn dishes. They're not that hard unless you leave em for later, only for "later" to come around and now you're too tired.
Kinks can stem from trauma as a way for the mind to revisit scenarios in a safe space where they have full control. So, be gentle and aware of cues when you incorporate them in case they hit a random trigger. (Always be prepared to stop, regardless of circumstance.)
Weighted blankets work wonders, but only on nights when she doesn't have nightterrors.
Art supplies always make great gifts. And surprisingly so does underwear?
You are loved by somebody, even if you don't think you are.
For the love of God, don't pull the ejection lever. You WILL become forbidden spaghetti.
Love yourself. No matter what others think or say to you, do your best to stay positive and be true to yourself. Loving and accepting yourself is the first step of happiness. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️🫶
Leaders marked the one-year anniversary of the bombing that killed 13 U.S. service members at Afghanistan’s Hamid Karzai International Airport. via Marine-corps
The Marine Corps has announced that it is changing the way it determines the body composition of its Marines. via Marine-corps
It's true love when you get home from killing your body at work and you find that she's left painkillers and your favorite boxers on the bed so you can just shower and relax.
Bye!!
During the Battle of Najaf, U.S. Marine James Hassell, risked his life to carry his wounded buddy, Ryan Borgstrom, 60 yards through open gunfire. When the photographer captured the moment, Hassell simply said, "We're Marines. That's what we do." The Marines of Charlie Company 1st Battalion 4th Marine Regiment carried out a raid on the Najaf residence of Moqtada al-Sadr during the Battle of Najaf on August 12, 2004.
Photo by: Lucian Read
A US serviceman shares his rations with two Japanese children - Okinawa 1945
