“Kiss her lightly. Understand just how many boys have kissed her too hard, too fast, too sloppily. Know that you can’t make up for every mistake they’ve made, but want to earn trust in showing that not every move has to be forceful and, at least initially, uncomfortable. Think about how many times a kiss has been interpreted as an invitation to things it was never meant to be, and let her guide you instead of assuming that you intimately know a map you’ve never seen before.”—How To Kiss A Girl (via lostgirlsclub)
Since people often ask “Alright, well this is fantasy! Why can’t we have boob shapes in plate armor?!” I decided to make a post about it. My frustration has nothing to do with historical inaccuracy and I’m all for…
No. I’m not gay because I had bad sex with a guy. Not because I was sexually abused by a man. Not because all men are dogs. And certainly not because a man fucked me over. I’m a lesbian because I’m attracted to women. Physically, sexually, mentally. And emotionally. It’s that fucking simple.
“And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.”—Stephen Chbosky (via subtrist)