“Life is not about becoming attached to things, places, or possessions. Instead, life is about finding unity with oneself, and all that you are.”
— Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
“Life is not about becoming attached to things, places, or possessions. Instead, life is about finding unity with oneself, and all that you are.”
— Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
“Many people have come and left, and it has been always good because they emptied some space for better people. It is a strange experience, that those who have left me have always left places for a better quality of people.”
— Osho
(via goodreadss)
@phalloid-destroyer women are more biologically advance even in the escretory sistem. Men have just two holes, which is not much better than a cloaca
Shh, don’t tell him, he’ll cry to his pillow and watch even more hentai
There’s no such thing as “"more” evolved". Having multiple holes isn’t more advantageous to survial then having a cloaca. And nature doesn’t prioritize pleasure, it prioritises surivival, and pleasure secondary if it’s beneficial and encourages that reproduction, eating, etc. Both male and female orgasm encourage them to reproduce so it’s equally advantageous. Yall are being bizarrely anti-science and anthropocentric just too make a pretty irrelevant point. Sexism is a social construct, nature doesn’t give a single shit.
well considering about only 17% of women can orgasm solely from penetration, clitoris does have SOME sort of pleasure-wise benefits to women. How is it anti science to display facts?
Men are so jealous of our clits lmao. As they should be.
“Music, states of happiness, mythology, faces scored by time, certain twilights, certain places, all want to tell us something we should not have missed, or are about to tell us something.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, from A Personal Anthology; “The Wall and the Books,”
What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.
I love the way her eyes spark when we’re talking or when she’s telling me something she wants me to know, the way she mouths the words to herself when she’s reading and concentrating, the way she looks at me as if there’s only me, as if she can see past the flesh and bone and bullshit right into me that’s there, the one I don’t even see myself.
