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@nanccym
"You taste like Pepsi, it's nice". The words linger along with the smell and the feeling that oscillated once before smoulders and makes a home in my chest. Inhaling knits boulders into a cave and I can't tell if I'm finding it hard to breath or if I'm doing it properly for the first time - for someone so soft you smash waves through that hollow every time your tongue brushes mine. This time, I don't make the bed. I don't want to disturb the remains of the way you crash through the sheets. You are Poseidon and I can only hope that when you slide your hand round my neck, the sounds that escape my mouth remind you of the sea. I can only hope that they never leave a bitter taste.
pure sex
Hangover central with my wee pudding earlier on 😎✌️ #lua #orientalshorthair #catstagram #catsofinstagram #tanAF
when you love a song but you listened to it a lot during a really bad time in your life so it reminds you of bad times
crying
floors me every time
No single moment is, in and of itself, unbearable. What’s unbearable is thinking about the consecutive moments, imagining still feeling this pain a week from now or a year from now, but right now is not unbearable. See, there was a single moment. And I survived it. There was another. And another.
Infinite Jest (via ginsbergsapprentice)
i promise i can grow tall
jo
cat pillow
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski (via percontes)
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