[my-dailydreams]

[iwas-handpicked]

dick still hard from seeing her a week ago

[achillesinhighheels]

[lahaiine]

[89words]

“There are lines of you I know by heart. There are scents of yours soaked in my skin.”

— Marilyn Hacker; Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons. 

[tony-antonio-montana]

[clickk-to-be-pure]

[handsomeboymodelingschool]

I noticed you havent said anything about my new wound

[toghomevideo]

[jaanam]

[quotefeeling]

“The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.”

— Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

[somewheredeepinsideee]

Jackson Pollock, Number 32, 1950

[dawnsfragrance]

[dolutufegiterstut]

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

“I’m waiting for you, I’m waiting for the evening calm, I’m waiting for our time, the oblique light, this pause between day and night. Peace will come, surely. But I can imagine no other peace than that of our two bodies bound together, of our gaze given over to each other - I have no other homeland but you.”

— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, July 17, 1949 [#71]

[archivedeathdrive]

Pete Doherty, Hevan’s Banquet Hall, Toronto, Ontario, 2001

[lycanfall]

(flirting) what if i named my sword after you and kissed the blade before each battle for good luck