Sex. Silence. Shadows.

Role-playing Blog and the Diaries of Senka Tihomir

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it’s me, I’m she

[mattywrites]

i wanna fray your nerve endings and make your skin crawl, picking over your soul and gnawing the skin of your neck, our lust a blanket we get lost in, we drown in one another nightly, sore for our forms, as raw as a fresh kill, ravenous as we feast again.

‘one another’ a poem by matthew marcel

[perfeqt]

“He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.”

— Jeanette Winterson

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Only YOU know how to whisper to my soul.

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Those who dream of different things will part anyway ... Those who dream of one thing will surely meet ...

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P.S. I never told you but i was falling in love.

[thoughtkick]

“I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.”

— Nikita Gill

[annapassione]

Ti amo... ❤️

[unculturedmag]

Back to basics…

[theclassicsreader]

Every man fell in love with her, and she was really awfully bored.

— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

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He’s kissing me everywhere, squeezing me, running his fingers over places no one else has touched.

[art-emide]

Van Gogh aveva una stranezza: sosteneva che mangiare la vernice gialla potesse renderlo felice.

Io, al suo stesso modo, mi illudo che il colore blu sul corpo possa rendermi mare.

[toxicbees-blog]

♡ those bedroom eyes

the beginning of the dance

before the passions seized us

and put us in a trance

you looked at me that way

those bedroom eyes

still cause my pulse to rise

you may recall it too

the nights and tender sighs

our love could never stray

yet love always deceives

as do those bedroom eyes

they flash and hypnotize

but only tell us lies

farewell to bedroom eyes ♡

[the-northern-lynx]

You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.

Anita Ofokansi