[xoxothickbitch]

Cuddling but you won’t stop rubbing my clit so all I can do is bury my face in your chest and orgasm in your arms while you whisper praise in my ear

[icyduckman]

Pin that pretty girl to the mattress and fuck her senseless, until the only words she can muster are breathy, whiny, whimpery, thank yous

[veganpussyy]

“do you miss me?” im literally throbbing your name in morse code

[tearyeyedlovers]

Shibari but in a sensory seeking way, tied up all pretty with the texture and pressure of the ropes against my skin,, 

[tenderheartedbrat]

The socks stay on

[xanaxfarts]

shibari figurines by constant heaven

[inexistenat]

just getting into rope & self ties, so excited to learn more about myself through the pressure of rope

[dvnyaaa]

the devil couldn’t reach me, so he gave me a brain that wants to be alone and a heart that wants to be loved.

[tamsoj]

E. E. Cummings, Poetry (February 1961)

[goth-queen]

[callmesaraaa]

[existingwho]

I be like "idc" then my chest start hurting

[traaumatic]

can i come over and bleed on your floor

[metamorphesque]

Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun

[aidashakur]

I love how I am when I’m soft. I thrive in my femininity.

[nat-thinks]

intermission 12

Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959), Original Poem, In the Mood for Love (2000)

[amber-afternoons]

via @ arylleth - Tumblr // “If We Were Villians”, M.L. Rio (via @ picsfrommeg - Pinterest) // Aaron O’Hanlon (via @ crystaldy3 - Pinterest) // via @ t33thmarks - Pinterest // Jill S. Alexander, “Paradise” (via @ jelayneia - Pinterest) // via @ nottad7 - Pinterest // Brené Brown, “Rising Strong” (via @ laughingmage - Pinterest) // Alian de Botton, “Essays in Love” (via @ koscovaveronika - Pinterest) // via @ serenitysierra2 - Pinterest // Chris Mc Geown, “Dead of Night” (via @ abengtson0337 - Pinterest)

[nat-thinks]

I'm starting to think I'm not capable of romantic love anymore.