Tag Archives: let’s meet in the unexpected


I am all this… and more.

we are already naked…

I like it when you take the lead. I like to know what you want and how you want me. I like to feel you guide your own pleasure when you it’s obvious you are following mine. I like it when your jaw clenches and your breath catches lightly. I like to be surprised. I like your hands on me. And in me.

I know the rest of you is soon to follow.

good bones…

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

— Maggie Smith —

it is well that we have met…

it is well that we have met

How odd, I can have all this inside me
and to you it’s just words.

— David Foster Wallace —

no matter the time…

no matter the time


Important encounters
are planned by the souls
long before the bodies
see each other.

— Paul Coelho —


skin lane…

People think that it is in the tangle of bodies, in the actual congress, that one person invades another and takes possession of them; that it is on the bed that we give ourselves up.

Well it is true that there is a surrender there that is unlike any other, but the real time they get under your skin is when you spend these hours alone, preparing for them; imagining them.

That is everything, sometimes more.


— Neil Bartlett

just breathe…

how to attract a conscious/ evolved man…


There is no coming to consciousness without pain.
People will do anything, no matter how absurd,
in order to avoid facing their own soul.
One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light,
but by making the darkness conscious.

— C.G. Jung —

when you let people go…

you’re free.

when you let people go

blessed are the hearts that can bend…

they shall never be broken.

blessed are the hearts that can bend
— Albert Camus —


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