skin of sin

Crystal | 沖縄, Japan

[pru-e-deactivated20180516]

[versaucin]

Shawty ☹

[5000letters]

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)

[liketinfoil]

You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep. You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin. You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions. You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall. You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.

Frida Kahlo 🌺 (via liketinfoil)

[jennyyuu]

[wordsnquotes]

“Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.”

— Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

[wordsnquotes]

“be softer with you. you are a breathing thing. a memory to someone. a home to a life.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

[blazepress]

Simply adorable.

[wordsnquotes]

“Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.”

— Diane Ackerman

[humansofnewyork]

“It wasn’t a secret.  The first day we met I told her I was bisexual, and that I’d been with men and women my entire life.  At the time she shrugged it off.  And it wasn’t an issue for the first ten years of our marriage.  The relationship was perfectly loving and stable.  But then I don’t know, something happened.  It wasn’t a particular man.  I never cheated on her.  It was something abstract.  I just missed relationships with men.  So I told her.  I was honest.  But when I uttered that thing it was like a bomb went off.  She turned away her face like she’d been slapped very hard.  It caused her so much pain.  She lost a lot of weight.  We cried and cried and cried about it.  For three years we cried.  We’d meet at Starbucks every day and cry in front of everyone.  We didn’t live together after that.  And we were never sexual again.  But we were still intimate.  We still took a lot of naps together.  I always held her.  We’d go shopping and walk arm-in-arm.  She kept my last name and called me her gay husband.  Her health began to deteriorate in 2007.  It was a nerve disease.  She lost her hearing.  Then her sight.  And I took care of her.  She always told me to forget about her.  To go out there and find a good guy.  But I stayed by her side.  We’d never officially gotten divorced, which helped in the end.  They let me in the hospital room as her husband.  I wasn’t allowed to touch her, but I was right next to her as she died, breathing with her.  It’s been two years now.  I’ll move away soon.  There’s nothing left in this city for me.  But first I’m going to have a ceremony in Central Park, and give an envelope of her ashes to everyone who loved her.  I don’t know whether to call her my wife.  It’s not important to me.  Alexandra was the love of my life.”

[mugrosopirata]

[sunbathe]

[mariamedem]

For the Postcard club, organized by Terry Bleu. 

[patagonia]

[onetrillionthoughts-deactivated]

all good things are wild and free

[deeynaa]

[limegum]

[wordsnquotes]

“I’ve lived out my melancholy youth. I don’t give a f*ck anymore what’s behind me, or what’s ahead of me. I’m healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today!”

— Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

[wordsnquotes]

“Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all …change. It’s all about…freedom.”

— Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children (via wnq-anonymous)