my name is lilo
Anonymous: When r u moving to london?

Sorry but how can I be sure you are not a creepy stalker that will kill me on my first night in London

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.
― (via budddha)

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It’s amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium  (via wordsnquotes)
Boys cry
Cigarettes do kill,
parents lie,
boats sink,
flowers die,
Life goes on,
with or without you.
― sad facts that come along with existing (via halluzinogen)

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From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people.

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i was thinking about this the other day and it really upset me. 

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The mathematical chance of meeting your soul mate is one in 10,000.
― the saddest thing I have ever read  (via mynameislilo)