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The clitoris is pure in purpose. It is the only organ in the body designed purely for pleasure. The clitoris is simply a bundle of nerves: 8,000 nerve fibers, to be precise. That’s a higher concentration of nerve fibers than is found anywhere else in the body, including the fingertips, lips, and tongue, and it is twice, twice, twice the number in the penis. Who needs a handgun when you’ve got a semiautomatic.

The Vagina Monologues, Eve Ensler, 2001. (via diasporadic679)

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To the one I should’ve left.

I don’t forgive you. 

I hear your name, I see your face, I lose all composure. I need to see you one more time, I need closure.

Gerald Levert, Closure. (via verdierrr)

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37231.) We were ‘in love.’ Now I have no feelings for you. When I see you, I don’t even look at you. I said I would love you forever no matter what, that was a lie. It’s sad to lose a close friend and a lover at the same time, but life goes on. Sure we had some pretty great times together, but you forget and move on. No looking back.

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Apologizing isn’t a problem. It’s when your apologies begin to get old, is when a problem arises.

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