Astronaut City



Feminist
#1 Henry
I miss waking up in the middle of the night because of how heavy your leg is on me and wanting to get out of your clutch but not doing it because i didn’t want to wake you. Because you look like an angel when you sleep. And you snore. But you’re the most beautiful and heavy snoring angel i’ve ever seen.

There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.
- Hazrat Inayat Khan  (via ladycube)

Omg

(via todness)

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So busy i haven’t even been having time to jerk off


A normal day on grindr

gaymommy:

women are taught “don’t send nudes if you don’t want them to get leaked”

men are never taught “if a woman feels comfortable enough to send you a nude photo, keep it to yourself. leaking it could put her in danger.”

if you don’t see the issue here, you’re a part of the problem.

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Francesco #1

There was no sun ray incising through the window or charming “run through”, we talked on grindr and in an impulsive night decided to actually meet. Around 10:30 I got to his place, which is not more than 8 minutes from my house. I texted saying I was downstairs but he wasn’t ready yet so I waited for a couple of minutes. He opened the door and on my way upstairs I didn’t realize what I was in for. When I got in he surprised me with the question: ” What movie do you want to watch?” showing me the way to his laptop, on his bed, and before I had chance to reply anything he continued with a half-hearted smile: “I’m sorry about the mess, I just got in from work”  While putting away some clothes from the floor. I talked about the latest movies i had liked, he replied talking about some of his and how he hasn’t gone to the movies in a long time. 

After some chit chat he picked blue is the warmest color, for the sex scene, he asked me around what time it was and I surprisingly, or not, forwarded it to the heavy make out moment, after about 3 minutes in the 10 minute sex scene I laid on my back looking at his face, we kissed. It started getting heavy when he stopped me to ask for us not to fuck that night, so it wouldn’t be just a hook up. And we did everything but oral/actual sex. We kiss, licked, hugged and touched every part of each other’s body. At that moment, there was more feeling I had felt all of last year. Some kind of connection, a feeling of warmth and belonging. We stopped for a while and while he laid on his back I stared at his face, making him squeeze his eyes and call me creepy for doing so. 
There, looking into his eyes, there was nothing more warming. I caressed his beard and he said I was affectionate, barely he knew that out of any adjective that was the one I was most eager to not get. I felt my shield melt as my I our skins touched in bed. He’s like summer in winter.