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Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.
Give me early nights, with long hours spent in bed, give me you in sheets.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
I get drunk on your voice.
Six Sexy Words (via an-experienced-gentleman)
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned” and “Sorry Daddy I’ve been bad” both mean very similar things but have wildly different connotations
feeling helpless i look for distraction i go searching for you, wandering through our city to find some solace at your door
warmth, bastille
i love the color red, it’s so versatile. red: lust love romance roses sensuality. red: blood hatred angst anger.
I’ll always choose you, because I’ll always need you
Sounds like someone I know 😉
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I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, volume one (via chipped-red-nail-polish)