Artists fuck better because we turn sex into art, masterpieces, mattresses become canvases where we can paint our love to someone with bodies.

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Artists fuck better because we turn sex into art, masterpieces, mattresses become canvases where we can paint our love to someone with bodies.
Il y en a beaucoup qui meurent trop tard et quelques-uns qui meurent trop tôt. La doctrine qui dit : « Meurs à temps ! » semble encore étrange.
Friedrich Nietzsche
I wish people would listen as much as they talk
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I like my body when it is with your body…. which I will again and again and again kiss, I like kissing this and that of you, I like, slowly stroking the shocking fuzz of your electric fur… ~ e.e. cummings
I hope you find someone who speaks your language, so you don't have to spend a lifetime translating your spirit
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03/12/2018
Inhale, Exhale.
By: Kenza Raiss.
29/11/2018 - Mohammedia
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21/11/2018
“The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.” ― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
“Sometimes I don’t know, which moment which cool gust of wind will come, and enchant me tousling my hair and my heart, stirring…that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kiss the old wrench in my soul reminding me, all over again I miss you better in the rain.” ― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Scent is our most primitive sense, it’s the closest thing to our emotional brain. It penetrates you. You love it, and you want to be part of it.
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u know what’s really fun and in style right now? making others feel loved and valued