lesbian-through-life:

These are the mornings I look forward to with her.
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lesbian-through-life:

These are the mornings I look forward to with her.

vxanessaa:

wassup
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vxanessaa:

wassup

diam0nddear:


I’ve missed falling asleep like this.

diam0nddear:

I’ve missed falling asleep like this.

greatthingsinlife:

I know I might sound like a hippie, but that’s how I think it should be. You should really be able to fall in love with whomever, without being judged. Isn’t that what love is all about? And sex is pleasure, so why wouldn’t you have sex when you’ve got the chance? I don’t think that anyone should be judged if they’re only doing what they enjoy.
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greatthingsinlife:

I know I might sound like a hippie, but that’s how I think it should be. You should really be able to fall in love with whomever, without being judged. Isn’t that what love is all about? And sex is pleasure, so why wouldn’t you have sex when you’ve got the chance? I don’t think that anyone should be judged if they’re only doing what they enjoy.

findmomo:

Pretty much stares at me while driving always.

findmomo:

Pretty much stares at me while driving always.

sex-thrill:

my blog will make you horny ;)

sex-thrill:

my blog will make you horny ;)

themoonphase:

babeimgonnaleaveu:

 Woodstock, 1969.
"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."


HOLYFCK

themoonphase:

babeimgonnaleaveu:

Woodstock, 1969.

"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."

HO
LY
FCK