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I keep wishing I could wake up in your arms
art by Edward Delandre Art ( my edits )
Luis Ricardo Felero
Witches Going to their Sabbath (Faust’s Vision), 1878
Oil on canvas
57x46.5 inches
You know I think I’m allergic to your cat.
Forevermore
The Corvid Lord
Stage 1&2
2018-2020
X
The blood in your veins rushes over me
As I sink my teeth into your bones
Cascades of fire compliment the moonlight
Your body bathed in my love, my hands in your hair
Kiss me like the dead.
Tenebra by AndreiFoss
by Boris Groh
“I love her because of her quirks, not in spite of them.”
— Matthew Fisher on Tamed by Emma Chase (via suspend)
You absolutely do live in the crevices of my mind♡
You
I never knew love until the sun set behind me, gentle Ray's stroking the redden cheek, soft and sweet.
I never knew art until I watched you sleep, curled in vulnerable and pure, resisting to touch no easy feat.
I never knew anger until I saw you weep, messy and wet, a storm soaked beach.
I never knew joy until I heard you laugh, loud and booming, juicy, a peach.
I never knew ecstasy until I touched you, raw, exposed and completely alone, naked as a babe first cut from the cord.
I never knew power until I knelt and bowed a head to you, gone the Noble crown, to hell with being adored.
I never knew living until I heard your name. No song as sweet, no wine as sultry, you are the definition of poetry. I knew nothing 'til I knew of you.
~Fatal Affections