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Afterwards we lay in bed, two strangers, bodies entwined. I asked why your heart beat so fast. “It’s the drugs,” you replied tiredly. I wished it was me.
Pills were your first love, E. Davies (via cvrrant)
My kind of love.
The touch of your finger tips, The feeling of you lips, The moan escaping your mouth, You.
All of these things send me to a euphoric place. You make me feel like I’m on drugs. You have me addicted to your sweet taste of ecstasy, To your trippy LSD love, To your touch that instantly gets me high.
I can’t get enough of you. Let me have all of you. Fuck me, So I can get high off you.
🤘🏼💜
So again you’re awake at 4am, not noticing the tears that are forcing their way from your eyes. The scene is the same. Except, this time, you finally acknowledge what has been in plain sight forever; Regardless of all you’re best efforts and safe guards, no matter how many times you’ve childishly shoved it in a box or tried drowning it with the contents of a vodka bottle… You cannot stop loving him. And because of Him, you will know love only as a poison that violently infects your mind, heart and body.
LM (via ultralightbeam-mama)
Rhiannon || Fleetwood Mac Live, 1978
The key to fantasy, is knowing that you’re in one. It’s when you start thinking it’s real that things become complicated. Fantasy and reality, and never the twain shall meet.
Secret Diary of a Call Girl S.3.E.2. (via lipstickoncigarettes)