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What color is your laughter ?.....
Posted:Sep 21, 2017 8:49 am
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2017 1:59 pm
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What color is your laughter?...

I ask people, ‘What is the color of laughter?’ They respond with pastel pinks and yellows. My face becomes wry, displeased, almost with a touch of mockery. Laughter is not pastel pink or yellow. Laughter is not pastel at all. Laughter is red, the small chuckle that escapes his mouth in the middle of a bar fight. Laughter might even be translucent. It’s practically see through. It’s a window through the masks she wears every day. Laughter is not pastel pink or yellow. Laughter is blue when she says ‘Oh…’ leaving a friend’s house knowing she’ll never return.
'Have you ever owned laughter? Have you really made it yours?’ You’ll say sure. You snort, giggle, and chuckle in your own odd ways. Despite this, laughter was never yours. You laugh because it’s part of your facade, your political appearance. That’s where you and I differ.

Laughter is not pastel pink or yellow. Laughter is mine. Laughter is mine and nothing of mine is pastel pink or yellow.
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Bruises and Tattoos...
Posted:Sep 20, 2017 1:51 am
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2017 11:09 am
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Bruises and Tattoos...

You were young enough once
to promise forever
to the wrong sort of someone
and you made that mistake
over and over and over again,
and your heart begins to think
that love is a thing that always leaves
until one day someone permanent
finally, walks into your life
and you learn the difference between
people who last as long as bruises do
and people who are as lasting
on your skin as tattoos.

— Nikita Gill, Bruises, and Tattoos
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Act your age...
Posted:Sep 19, 2017 6:57 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2017 11:37 pm
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Act your age...

In a world where so much is expected of you, one of the most important lessons you’ll ever learn is that growing up doesn’t mean leaving behind who you are—that acting your age doesn’t mean letting go of your youth.
The truth is, you are never too old to dance in the rain until your skin turns blue. To ride a bicycle through the night with the wind on your face and all of your troubles long behind you.
You are never too old to blast the volume on your favorite song. To mark your name into the wet concrete on the sidewalk just because you want the world to remember you were here.
You are never too old to run away from home. To put down all that is expected of you and wander lightly into the wild unknown. You are never too old to rediscover yourself. To dream and hope like anything is possible. It is.
You are never too old to make love like it is for the very first time. Full of nerves and clumsy laughter, and hands that don’t know what to do with themselves. You are never too old to take a chance. To be as reckless and bold as you were with your heart before years of rejection left you cynical and cautious.
You are never too old to reach out for help. To fall apart gently in the arms of a friend. To hold onto your mother like she is the last thing anchoring you here to the earth.
You are never too old to remain young at heart. While maturity may bring you wisdom and strength, it is the playful, curious child in you that makes the world magic—that makes a life enchanting and worth living at all.

— Beau Taplin • A c t Y o u r A g e
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* insatiable *
Posted:Sep 19, 2017 1:36 am
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2017 6:31 am
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* insatiable *

a divine taste
one to savor
one that lingers,
upon the lips
long after she is out
of sight
a potent flavor
which leaves the tongue,
and flourishes in the depths
of the heart
a name that imprints
upon the soul
and dances in your thoughts
minutiae
a scent which saturates
your skin
leaving you with an insatiable
hunger
one in which you want to
relish
again, and again

© 2017 SacredBreaths.
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Merciless
Posted:Sep 18, 2017 1:41 am
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2017 2:26 am
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Merciless...
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The Crop...
Posted:Sep 17, 2017 1:04 pm
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2017 12:49 am
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The Crop...

“Tonight when I arrive home, you will be naked, gagged, blindfolded and cuffed for me. You will be on your knees waiting. The crop will be next to you. I know it will not be easy to prepare yourself with all that, but you will do it. It has been a trying day already and I have a lot of aggression. I will take out my aggression on you.”

It was 10:30 AM. She read the series of texts on her phone, her body instantly quivering with anticipation. She felt the twinge of stimulation between her legs and instantly shifted in her seat. He knew how to get under her skin so well. She wondered how she would possibly get through the next seven hours thinking about what he would do to her. She could feel her panties gradually soaking up her juices. The rest of the day would crawl along, her work sitting to the side while she daydreamed about the evening ahead.

When she finally was able to leave, her body was practically on fire. She could feel the wetness between her legs with each step she took to her car. Driving home, all she could think about was the crop. Where he would use it. For how long. When she was in the house, she showered and then prepared herself. Placing the crop next to her, securing the gag and placing the blindfold on was easy. Cuffing herself was more difficult but after a couple of minutes, she was able to secure herself. She was now helpless, waiting for him to arrive.

After a few minutes, she could feel the saliva beginning to eke out of the corners of her mouth. Her arousal was increasing by the second. She could feel it between her legs, the pulsating of her clit as she squirmed. A soft whimper escaping from her gagged lips. She suddenly realized that if he was delayed at work, then she would be helpless there until he was able to come home. She let out another grunt at the thought of this, but before she could let her mind wander too much, she could hear the lock turn. He was home.

His confident footsteps strolled directly to the living room where she was. She shifted uncomfortably knowing he was there, waiting for him to say something. She could sense him near her, but there were no words. Nothing was spoken. No physical contact. She let out a soft grunt as she waited. Her body almost trembling with anticipation.

She never saw him pick up the crop. Never knew that it was by her open sex. Never knew that he was just staring at her, his cock stiffening as she watched her. His mind releasing all of its anger from the day. His focus shifting to what he was going to do to the beautiful woman in front of him.

“Good girl”. The words made her body warm and flush with delight. She started to smile when the crop made its presence felt, the sting against her open sex filling her with pain, the type of pain she loved. The type of pain that she felt in her toes, but turned her on so wildly she could almost climax from it. Before it even receded, the next blow was on her. She mewed helplessly as the crop repeatedly struck her sex, ten harsh times in succession. Saliva poured out of the corners of her mouth, as she practically panted. Finally, the lashing stopped, and she breathed raggedly, the pain intense, the pleasure between her legs building and building. She could feel tears streaming down her cheeks but she could also feel the intense arousal. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum. She mewed through the gag, desperate for release.

As if he could read her mind, his fingers were there, rubbing her clit fast and aggressively, the way she liked when she was at the brink. Her noises changed from cries to moans as she began to gasp, the noises coming from her desperate mouth louder and louder, his fingers pressing down on her clit. The next words he spoke were the ones she was most grateful to hear.

“Cum for me, little girl. Now.“

~ sadece-hayal
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Flaws...
Posted:Sep 17, 2017 4:48 am
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2017 5:38 am
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Flaws...

People always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities. Who wouldn’t? Anybody can love the most wonderful parts of another person. But that’s not the clever trick. The really clever trick is this: Can you accept the flaws? Can you look at your partner’s faults honestly and say, ‘I can work around that. Can I make something out of it.’? Because the good stuff is always going to be there, and it’s always going to pretty and sparkly, but the crap underneath can ruin you.

Liz Gilbert~
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more on love...
Posted:Sep 15, 2017 4:45 am
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2017 1:47 pm
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more on love....

Love isn’t about how you feel about someone else. It’s about how they make you feel about yourself.
So which one is it? I tend to lean towards the later. I'd love to hear your opinion on this one.

Thanks ,
M.
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Love..
Posted:Sep 14, 2017 8:54 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2017 4:29 am
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Love...

Sometimes people walk away from love because it is so beautiful that it terrifies them. Sometimes they leave because the connection shines a bright light on their dark places and they are not ready to work them through. Sometimes they run away because they are not developmentally prepared to merge with another- they have more individuation work to do first. Sometimes they take off because love is not a priority in their lives- they have another path and purpose to walk first. Sometimes they end it because they prefer a relationship that is more practical than conscious, one that does not threaten the ways that they organize reality. Because so many of us carry shame, we have a tendency to personalize love’s leavings, triggered by the rejection and feelings of abandonment. But this is not always true. Sometimes it has nothing to do with us. Sometimes the one who leaves is just not ready to hold it safe. Sometimes they know something we don’t – they know their limits at that moment in time. Real love is no easy path – readiness is everything. May we grieve loss without personalizing it. May we learn to love ourselves in the absence of the lover
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What they didn’t notice...
Posted:Sep 13, 2017 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2017 1:00 am
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What they didn’t notice...

They noticed everything,
the first signs of my attraction towards you, the way a smile appeared on my face when I talked about you, how I turned my head for a split second when you were near, just to get a glimpse of you.
They could identify every detail of you that wasn’t perfect, point out how bad of an influence you were, how ‘us’ could never last, that we weren’t meant for each other and brought each other down.
They saw how I cared about you and the ridiculous ways in which I tried to impress you, just like they always ‘knew’ how you felt about me and how clearly they could explain that you were just playing me.
But the one thing they didn’t get was that I truly, honestly, deeply loved you
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