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Le vostre scuse non riparano niente.
let’s talk about “bloopers”
losing your hold while you’re on top, careening down on top of your partner in a fit of giggles
harnesses loosening at the one singular moment they shouldn’t
accidentally slipping out and just raw slamming your hips against each other a few times before you notice
body noises. queefing, joints popping, that one moan that kinda sounded weird? who cares, it’s a good time
forgetting where the edge of the bed is in the heat of the moment and almost or actually toppling over off of it
accidentally leaning on someone’s hair
pausing because your pet is clawing for dear life at the door and you can’t concentrate
having to stop because something feels kinda off and it’s more important to figure out what that is
laughter
connection and communication
sex isn’t perfect. sex isn’t porn. sex is a dance between people that care about each other and want to show that care in a specific way. it’s beautiful and messy and human, an extension of us as human.
Just because he once liked me, it doesn't mean he'd like me again.
Just because he once liked my body, it doesn't mean he'd like it again.
She knew she was really sad, when she stopped loving the things she loved.
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I have a weakness for clever minds.
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I am a monster.
You don't realize your own feelings until they're seen from a distance.
-unseeniaa
I miss human contact
Do you ever just lie in bed, close your eyes and try to convince your brain that the warmth from the covers is really someone hugging you?
You are supposed to be my best friend. You, with whom I used to share everything and to whom I now can't even talk to without feeling like a burden. I love you and I thought you loved me too. But you don't care about me anymore. You found someone else. You're in love. You don't need me anymore. You left me alone and you tell me I'm egocentric for thinking you still think of me sometime. You clearly don't. I'm sorry I bothered you.
I thought I was important to my friends. I used to be the life of the party, I used to always organise stuff. I used to always be the one to text first, they told me I was the glue holding everyone together.
I thought they cared about me too.
Turns out, I'm not that fundamental. Turns out they can very well enjoy each other's company without me. Turns out if I don't contact them they can go months without talking to me. Turns out they don't think I'm really funny, they enjoy parties a lot more if I'm not there. Turns out they just don't think about me at all.
Talk about being egocentric. I had it all wrong. They don't need me even remotely as much as I need them. They're happy they can finally chill without me. I just have to get used to this loneliness. I have to get used to being alone and forgotten.
It really hurts to realise that as soon as you stop reaching out to people they just forget about you and move on.
It's my fault for believing that you cared about me.
I am so egocentric.
I still make the mistake of thinking people care about me and think about me. They don't.
I worry that they feel like they can't tell me stuff because they don't know how. Turns out they just don't talk to me cause I don't come up in their mind.
I believe that somewhere in their heart they care about me and want to know how I am. In reality, they never reach out for me.
I'm way less important than I think. They're perfectly fine without me.