magalomania:

Confession N°. 238: You know what I love? When sleepy sluggish snuggling in the middle of the night gradually and lazily shifts into full-on gritty sex. 

When it happens, it takes a couple of minutes for my brain to actually realize and register it’s occurring. The dreamy state of mind being forced alert by the abrupt sensations of the body is one of those…simple pleasures that remind me that it’s not so bad being alive. And it’s a reminder that yes, Maga, yes, you are a living breathing thing. At least for that moment. You are more than just what your mind fools itself into conceptualizing. 

(via itskindoftheoppositewithlions)