Track Title: Drunk Texting (Ft. Jhené Aiko)

Artist: Chris Brown

Album: X (Deluxe Version)

jackieetran:

Chris Brown ft. Jhene Aiko | Drunk Texting

Track Title: Like I Can

Artist: Sam Smith

Album: In the Lonely Hour (Deluxe Edition)

annananananana:

Like I Can | Sam Smith 

There may be lovers who hold out their hands, 
But he’ll never love you like I can, can, can

infiltration:

sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget

"I don’t give a fuck about who doesn’t like me, who stopped fucking with me, who stopped speaking to me, or any of the petty shit people do towards me because I sleep great every night."
— From Jhonni Blaze’s IG  (via jackieetran)
"When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other."
Judge less, accept more.

lostincape-town:

I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.