And We Are All Made Of Stardust
1 of 269 >
Work went by fast today. It was much more intensive and a lot of new elements were thrown my way. I am learning and adapting. I have a lot to memorize though and it’s kind of daunting. I can do this though. I have faith in myself.
I have no desire to be on the internet though, which is the most abnormal thing in the fucking world for me.
I’m going to go read before bed.
When I first started having sex I never thought I’d be into what I considered at the time to be “nasty shit”
but here I am a decade later, completely into being slapped in the face and spit on.
I was always drawn to kinky sex, for the entire duration of my active participation in sexual activities, which admittedly, began much too early. I was pretty ashamed of it all though, so I never had a legitimate ~*Master*~ until C. So fucking good.
“The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.”
“It took a special kind of guts to be a fuck up as a woman, I thought. To say to hell with being the nice girl, the responsible one, the one who makes sure the man takes care of himself and eats properly and doesn’t take too many drugs. To be just as nihilistic and self-destructive as a man, knowing all along that you’ll get crucified for it, because somehow, the world will make everything your fault. He’ll be a martyr, and you’ll be a succubus. He’ll be a genius and you’ll be a groupie, He’ll be a hero, and you’ll be an ugly fat crack whore who deserves to die.”
Courtney Love (via suqmydiqtbh)
i feel my american-bred sense of entitlement the most when i get annoyed that the ‘united states’ is sorted in alphabetical order on a drop down menu and not just listed at the top