「ɗєвт υηяєcσηcιƖєɗ」

【 please teach me how to breathe poetry in the H O L L O W S of your SPINE && bruise your name down my back, k i s s me like an addict HUNGRY for a h i t 】

[beelzabutts-deactivated20180203]

Mood: let me sit on your lap and pretend like I'm not trying to get you hard

[starlets]

[realpalvinbarbara]

[hellomybombshells]

[hellomybombshells]

[glendowers-archive]

[dailybarbara]

[bpalvinsource]

[dailybarbara]

[girlrejectsgod]

I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.

Sylvia Plath (via girlrejectsgod)

[tatlmaslany]

[adventuringangel]

he is lust. he is sex in the back seat of a car. he is hickies on the beach. he is groping in a movie theater. he is ass grabbing in an empty aisle. he is dirty whispers on the phone. he is pressed thighs and lip biting. he is moaned names. he is trembling and goosebumps. he is breathlessness after a touch. he is frustration and dark eyes. he is insanity and clawing nails. he is the pleas of more. he is the begs of not stopping. he is the fantasies that have your hand between your thighs, wishing it was his mouth instead. he is sex. he is lust. he is a drug. one you’ll take with a scream of pleasure and a whimper for another.

the dangers of dating a boy who knows exactly what he’s doing.  (via tonkinwrites)

[barbarasource]

[vimoradi-deactivated20180806]

mood board: v a m p i r e s

[sleepin]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

At the edge of a hot night something is always waiting / unfulfilled […] / it has been a long time since you dawdled / into the luring dark.

Dave Smith, from section 3 of “Hospital Memory During Storm,” Floating on Solitude: Three Volumes of Poetry by Dave Smith (University of Illinois Press, 1996)

[loserps]

            ❝ FUCK your soft words. compare me not to s t a r s, but to storms, to hurricanes and typhoons. see me not for my beauty and fire, see me for the (( ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ )) i am. f u c k your soft words, because i am not soft. ❞