n.y. hotel

glasgow

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"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.

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pure sex

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Hangover central with my wee pudding earlier on 😎✌️ #lua #orientalshorthair #catstagram #catsofinstagram #tanAF

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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

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crying

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floors me every time

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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)

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i promise i can grow tall

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jo

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cat pillow

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melancholia

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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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