There’s a corner grocery store owned by the sane man that owns the business I work for so I get a discount and it’s really nice only paying $1.60 for breakfast
I’m so sick right now and I’ve been up since 5 and I have to go to work and everything sucks today.
I’ve driven over 140 kilometres today to have dinner and see a movie with Jax and it was definitely a good decision
The cinema is completelyempty apart from us. But I really shouldn’t expect much at 8:45pm on a Sunday…
I paid rent and the electricity bill and now I have to go buy almost $500 worth of books for uni.
I have 12 contacts in my phone and one of them is crust pizza
I’ve been working in the webstore but the Double Bay store was short staffed so I had to go from Camperdown to Double Bay after a 6 hour shift to work til close there. I am tired.
Sex is not a goddamn performance.
Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.
It should not require confidence.
Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.
Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.
You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.
It’s not about being “good in bed.”
It’s about being happy.
One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.
What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.
Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.
Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.
I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.
I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.
Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.
I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.
“Good in bed,” what.
You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.
Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.
This isn’t a test."
Australia post came and then a woman called 5 mins after to say she’s put the wrong address on her parcel so luckily the courier was having a snack in his car otherwise it would not have been good.
i may not be your cup of tea but i’m your 10th shot of tequila
can i just please have sex every day
can i just please cuddle with you every day
can i just please wake up next to you every day
can i just please play with your hair until you fall asleep every day
- customers were horrible
- the phone kept ringing which is difficult when there isn’t anyone else working with you
- an inky blue pen leaked all over my hands
- broke a nail
- cut myself on perforated edge of tape
- had to clean up a kid’s pee on the floor
- had to clean the yogurt all through my handbag
- didn’t get lunch again
- kept getting hit on by creepy couriers
Anonymous asked: Take that dress off and shake that moneymaker now!
Fuck off. Cunt.
Wearing my pretty new dress today so hopefully when I want to cry over the work I’ve got to do all by myself, I can look at it and be happy.