Hit Me With Music

Hit Me With Music

Hey I'm Alex

Likes places, hates people, loves dogs

AM is a great album to have sex to

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coldkevin:

One of the best out takes from any television show, ever. 

HAHA

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fashioninfographics:

How many times can you wear it between washes?
Via

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fashioninfographics:

How many times can you wear it between washes?

Via

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cindymayweather:

Comedian Hari Kondabolu on David Letterman (x)

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cracked:

22 Weird-Ass Details You Missed in the Background of Movies

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cracked:

22 Weird-Ass Details You Missed in the Background of Movies

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sugarbabyofficial:

i’m crying (x)

theclearlydope:

The 90’s were tough, man. 

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theclearlydope:

The 90’s were tough, man. 

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nashaawest:

hellojoeyyy:

Rosetta Stone

My heart broke into tiny pieces when I read the Rosetta Stone tweet.

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I feel like everyone on tumblr is the older daughter in This Is 40

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Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking water. It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe. Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh. It’s not about being “good in bed.” It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you. Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be. I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want. It’s originality. It’s passion. It’s joy. Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what. You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you. Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel. This isn’t a test.

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I’ve never loved something so much

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I am the happiest. World Cup win and in a hammock.

I am the happiest. World Cup win and in a hammock.

The King and Queen of America. 
July 12th 2014 Metlife Stadium

The King and Queen of America. 

July 12th 2014 Metlife Stadium

waiting for Jay Z and Beyoncé with @kristentoma

waiting for Jay Z and Beyoncé with @kristentoma

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