Brattitude

Sensually erotic. Back up for my original blog. 18+. Not interested, just here to express myself.

[brattitude-again]

People may come and go.

Life may change, but the love remains. Sometimes beautiful, sometimes a beautiful ache, but love always remains.

-Jmstorm

[dirtylittlerenegade]

[well-wisher31]

[grandrieux]

[gifscollectiongifs]

[takemetoparissssss]

[stay-close]

“There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.”

— Kamenashi Kazuya

[sleepinsidemysoul]

  ღk  

[beonella]

[brattitude-again]

Hands.

[n2urarms]

[grafalexeivronsky]

Always.

[laltrapartedimemadness-deactiva]

[sinfullove-deactivated20160615]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”

[moderndaymystic]

Intimacy is not just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy

[whanderlost]

mario broehl

[endless-love-story]

[namelessin314]

“I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?”

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close