SwitchFeM

Visual epitome of sensual sweetness to the world...innate gutter mind fetishist on the inside.

[e-jaculation]

[carolblackman]

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.

Lemony Snicket

[hoodoothatvoodoo-deactivated201]

New Year’s Day, the Palace Hotel, St.Moritz, 1959, by Jakob Tuggener

[magnificentruin-deactivated2015]

[nevver]

L’Eclisse (detail), Magnificent Ruin

[theburnthatkeepseverything]

So yes, we could kiss. I could kiss you and you could kiss me. There’s no science, plane ticket or clock stopping us. But if we kiss, it will end the world. And I’ve ended the world before. No one survived. Least of all me.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

[larmoyante]

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

[elifdomanic]

HUNTER HARNESS by ELIF DOMANIC

[elifdomanic]

[pigmenting]

Tonight I am too many people, too many souls. I am on the ground with my legs crossed staring at me, staring at me. I am the sum of every lie I’ve told myself. I am the girl with her mouth wide open staring down her tonsils in the mirror; I am the girl with a hammer to her knees and a hand to her heart trying to diagnose the storm in her lungs I am the girl who named every bone in her body after a destination on a map, I am the girl that named her teeth after wildflowers, her eyes after oceans. I am the girl with poetry stitched like thread to the insides of her knees, the spaces between her fingers, along the ridges in her ears. I am the girl still learning how to love herself first

Kelsey Danielle, “I am”

[furys]

[themoonthebeast]

[writingsforwinter]

I open your legs with my knee so I don’t have to stain my hands on your light. You are burning, luminescent, and I am afraid that if I touch you too deeply you will devour me as the moon devours the sky.

Hungry Moon

[dominafaction]

[mrxdupontneuf]

[rienquepourelles]

# Sir John : Délice du Coin. © dominique issermann.

[4mbivalent-deactivated20130424]

Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts; the moonless midnight of the mind.

Dean Koontz

[bonvivanski]

[starjuneje-blog]

I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.

Bon Iver