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@candiesandpills
is it sorta fucked of me to want to have a regular conversation with a friend but then have them pull me onto their lap midway and have my brain switch off? to which they ask “what were you gonna say?” in a really cheeky, soft way while they start groping me like what they’re doing is still completely normal and i’m silly for being speechless. in fact, i should be talking while they slide their fingers under my top, i should still be telling my story with their lips on my neck and they’re listening, they swear, they just have to bite my throat and make sure i’m grinding against their palm as they play with my tits but i should still .. keep talking.
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🎵 Dale Jacobs-Cobra 1978
the feminine urge to completely destroy your health for beauty standards
True love
(n.) someone who can tolerate you when you’re angry
stop looking for me in everyone you meet , angels never come twice.
and no one will ever know the things we’ve been through.
from you with crack running through you by kim addonizio, published in lucifer at the starlite
[Text ID: I wanted to put my mouth on you and draw out whatever toxin… —but I understand. There are limits to love. /End ID]
In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.
Virginia Woolf (via bnmxfld)
Langston Hughes (1902-1967), ‘Tired’, “New Masses”, Vol. 6, #9, Feb. 1931 Source
Craving one of those long hugs where you both feel warm and safe, and neither of you really want to let go