He wants me and I want him,
Why not indulge the sin?
He lusts for me and I for him…
I forgot what it was like to have sex like that…
Hit on convo
- Guy: hey, you're probably the most gorgeous mixed guy I've ever seen. Your eyes!
- Me: haha. Awww, thank you. I'm not mixed though.
- Guy: you're white? Or Spanish?
- Me: white.
- Guy: you are fine...
- Me: thank you!!! Damn, haha. Blushing.
- Guy: wanna text?
- Me: why not??
If you awaken from this illusion, and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death — or shall I say, death implies life — you can conceive yourself. Not conceive, but feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world, not as someone here on sufferance, on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental. What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself. So, say in Hindu mythology, they say that the world is the drama of God. God is not something in Hindu mythology with a white beard that sits on a throne, that has royal perogatives. God in Indian mythology is the self, Satcitananda. Which means sat, that which is, chit, that which is consciousness; that which is ananda is bliss. In other words, what exists, reality itself is gorgeous, it is the fullness of total joy.Alan Watts (via breathemystardust)