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@boundflying
Sometimes people hurt more than they can handle… And sometimes they don’t know how to ask for help. They’re so caught up in their own pain, they end up hurting everyone around them.
Rebecca Donovan, Barely Breathing (via thequotejournals)
“This,” he said, “is where it begins.”
“Your submission begins - and ends - on your knees. In the morning, when I inspect every inch of your body, just to remind you who owns it, you will be on your knees. If you need to ask me for something, you can always do so, but it must be on your knees. And at night, before you go to sleep, I want to you think about your submission to me. What it means to you, what you want and need from me, and I want you to share those thoughts with me. But while you are thinking about it, about me, you will be on you knees - like this.”
His hands guided me down, until I was no longer merely kneeling on the floor at his feet, but completely prostrate, arms stretched overhead, face down, my body as close to the floor as my spread and folded knees would allow. His hand stroked a line from the nape of my neck to the tiny dimples just above my ass, awakening every nerve ending along the way.
And in the moment, I was his, completely and without reservation.
Come here.
Cover me.
Come inside.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Pablo Neruda, excerpt from Sonnett XVII (via goodreadss)
~sd~ ❥
(via sweetdarlin)
And I knew it. That’s the worst part: I knew it.
Marguerite Duras, from The North China Lover: A Novel (via heygingergirl)
Acting like you don’t care is not letting it go.
Penelope Douglas (via thequotejournals)
Sub baby….
Is your character patient when it comes to gaining new skills?
Not shit, right? Pet peeve number 78.
“ Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.
Arthur Miller
I became a MERMAID