Your midnight passion, your pleasure, your place..

A hopeful romantic, an intelligent submissive, a lover of the erotic, of pretty lingerie, of delicious cum & the beauty of the Masculine, a writer and a dreamer, a searcher...

[baddroid]

[decemberistsarthistory]

Enrique Simonet, Anatomy of the Heart (1890) / The Decemberists, Red Right Ankle (2003)

[barricadeur]

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The Decemberists - Red Right Ankle

This is the story of your red right ankle, and how it came to meet your leg. And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled, and how the skin was softly shed. And how it whispered, “Oh, adhere to me, for we are bound by symmetry. And whatever differences our lives have been, we together make a limb.”

[sweetpetrichor]

[blackcoffeecloud]

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,  in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda (via blackcoffeecloud)

[billellsworth-deactivated201812]

The first day I saw you, I felt and believed you perverse, decadent. And apart from our personal experience, which is neither perverse nor decadent, I still feel in you an immense yielding, so that one feels there is no limit to you, to what you might be or do - that is decadence - an absence of boundary - a perverse yielding, limitless in experience.

Henry Miller to Anaîs Nin, Incest (via billellsworth)

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[midnightsubmission]

There must always be books, and red dresses to read them in

(and comfy chairs, of course...)

[loudrockaddict-deactivated20170]

[midnightsubmission]

That album

That year 

That club 

That night we didn't meet 

(although we could have)

 And all the others since 

 i’m glad that life has a funny way 

 Of finally giving in...

~ midnight ~

[i-am-lost-boy-from-neverland]

[midnightsubmission]

And a day which had started so terribly drearily

Ended so perfectly well... 

[wordsnquotes]

Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.

Rainer Maria Rilke (via wordsnquotes)

[decemberistsarthistory]

Egon Schiele, The Embrace (1917) / The Decemberists, Make You Better (2015)

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[midnightsubmission]

And all I wanted was a sliver to call mine

And all I wanted was a shimmer to your shine

To make me bright...

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

[midnightsubmission]

There isn’t much in this world i truly believe in,

But this i do...

[cornelis-rage]

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[treason-and-conspiracy]

Rituals cannot be hurried.

They give us precious moments of timelessness. No rush, no minutes, no seconds. Only the time for perfection.

[philosophybits]

No truly great thing is created suddenly.

Epictetus (via philosophybits)