A Mouthful of Forevers

hi! we are evonne and mariko, two baes from the bay trying to survive the east coast! come walk along with us and eat some pussy. 

[episodechooseyourstory]

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[baesfromthebay-blog]

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[quotemadness]

If you go to someone’s house and they don’t have any books don’t [sleep with] them.

John Waters (via quotemadness)

LOL

[fairyneko]

I Want to Marry an Artist Original Poem: Breayna

[baesfromthebay-blog]

Don't freak out~

[c0mprlse]

Listen, some days my heart is a sunset. Subtle reds and soft blues. Beating purple with vulnerability. Some days my heart is only the sun. Burning and burning.

Unfinished poetry (via c0mprlse)

[issadyke]

Insanity

You make me feel insane. 
The most beautiful insanity I’ve ever encountered. 
I could spend forever insane this way. 
Replaying you for endless hours. 
My entire world shifts when you’re around. 
The world stops spinning and the world consists of only you and I. 
It’s amazing , what I feel when you’re around. 
I get completely lost in your eyes and I find myself drowning. 
The sound of your voice is nothing short of ecstasy. 
I could listen to you talk until my ears stop working. 
Sometimes I think your voice box was replaced with an Angels.

[peppersolanas]

You look at me as if I am the sun and it makes me scared of burning you

You tremble when I touch you And it makes me scared I’m hurting you

You cling to me and lean on me And it makes me scared of dropping you

I know how charring, how sharp and how slippery my heart and mind can be. And I don’t want to cause you pain. It scares me; every time we breath together, every time you smile, every time we kiss, every time you pull me close, every time you make me feel like living.

And it makes me scared of losing you.

[mujeranarquista]

you’re so beautiful it pains me to know that there have been people who have treated you any less than you deserve you are my north star the Orpheus to my Eurydice 

[mellisa-angela-bell]

A poetry bit

Since these days move on like sludge revolving an plopping the escalator called life-
 I form my own therapy in-between her thighs. 
Each moan she utters is my self-actualization 
 and every orgasm I give her 
My salvation.
 Each space between my lips meeting her velvet skin 
 is a desperate rush to escape the emptiness surrounding me. 
I tilt her head up to let my tongue dance against the vibrations of her sigh’s and gasps
 and find my breath there. 
I tangle my fingers in her hair to hold on to my slipping sanity.

[baesfromthebay-blog]

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[gvldencum]

- gvldencum.

[baesfromthebay-blog]

lolllll a little overdone. But you get the idea

[sapphicwords]

I do not gaze upon you like a thirsty child gazes at a popsickle nor do I grow hard like a man upon the sight of your skin exposed I do not think it necessary to slide a ring onto your finger, in order to prove you are a possession of mine I do not desire to lock you in a cage and put you on display. All I have to offer is my kindness and love, pure; it is not bound by documents writ by rusty old bespectacled men it does not abide by society’s rule it is all I feel and all I want to share with you, true will you agree, do you admit, you feel it too? In my home, you’d be no Cinderella, no maid you will not have a curfew, but be free to roam; all that is mine, would also be yours, and anything you wish for - be it a library or a music room - seek no more, we shall have it, and we shall have each other, too. I do not aspire to be your master; it is only as equals that we’d live, side by side. I do not desire your wealth, your offspring, your fame; I do not care for your last name. All I have to offer is a kindness, a love that’s pure; a desire to spend our days together for as long as it makes us both happy, if you tell me this desire is also yours.

“Possession”, by Nenagh (via sapphicwords)

[terminallyg33k-poetry-blog]

I could love you I think To myself I could love you On rainy days Painting on my floor On hot nights Driving down dirty Detroit streets I could love you Sober I could love you Fucked up And you should know I go all the way When I go I go hard You should know I could love you When I can’t remember my own name For all the spinning walls I could love you I think To myself

[baesfromthebay-blog]

*dirty Hartford/new haven/new York/SF

[writingsforalexia]

our kisses were full of moonlight and stars and so heartbreakingly gentle they took my breath away

hymn of the night (via writingsforalexia)

[les-bi-anity]

I did think, let’s go about this slowly, This is important. This should take some really deep thought. We should take small thoughtful steps. But, bless us, we didn’t.

Mary Oliver, “I Did Think, Let’s Go About This Slowly” (via les-bi-anity)

[peppersolanas]

I want to kiss you everywhere

In the street At the station In your bed In the back of your neck

At a restaurant On the bus In front of your parents On your forehead when you’re sad

At a beach On a dancefloor On a train On the smooth skin on the inside of your thighs

I want to kiss you everywhere, every day, no matter my mood.

Angry kisses Sad kisses Sleepy kisses Kisses where I can taste what you’ve been drinking

Hurried pecks Passionate makeout sessions Playful, nibbling kisses Loving, soft kisses that makes us both dizzy

I want to kiss you at all times, places and conditions. But most of all I wish I could kiss you right now…

[emilyalicepoetry]

Sleepless Nights

After a night with you You are all I taste You are all I smell

Stay with me

For all our nights to come So I can breathe you in Just as I take in sun.

[baesfromthebay-blog]

"So I can breather you in/just as I take in the sun"

[sapphicwords]

Sweet, soft, delicate scent of lavender. Long hair, small hands; how we fall in love. Whisper in my ear, no one sees, up here; whole new world opens up when we fall in love. I’ve been waiting for the time to come when I can say your name with the biggest smile on my face; been waiting for the time to come, walk the streets and watch jaws drop. Holding hands with you just feels so good; let ‘em see that I’m with you. Wear my shirt to bed, meet my mum and dad. Write me letters by hand, show me off to all your friends. No one saw it coming, but what do they know about two girls falling in love.

“In love”, by Nenagh (via sapphicwords)

[the-homie-sexual]

I told her she should run, I was a hurricane, a storm that never stopped blowing. She told me she had always been a fan of the harsh winds and never ending rain.

This time I’m the hurricane and she’s chasing me. (via the-homie-sexual)