One Nice Bug Per Day
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Cosimo Galluzzi

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if i look back, i am lost
Noah Kahan

@theartofmadeline
KIROKAZE
NASA
The Bowery Presents
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
todays bird
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@voyeurexhibition
You say you don’t want to seem desperate, but that isn’t the entire truth, is it? Because, really, you just don’t want anyone to stop you. The truth is, you want that feeling. In your chest, hot and blooming. The thumping hiss and slithering bliss of being wracked with need. You want to be made to feel such unhinged desperation that you become the wanton beast, without reservation, pumping into the air, grinding the furniture, pleadingly moaning for violation. It’s embarrassing, it’s humiliating, but that only arouses you more, isn’t that so?
Not only do you like that feeling, you want it coaxed to the surface. And even mocked. You want to have it smeared all over you like a badge of dishonor.
You can say you don’t want to seem desperate, but that’s exactly what you want. To have your desperation exposed, witnessed, and used against you.
To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.
Anaïs Nin (via mookkyul)
What if she actually enjoyed her debasement?
Pauline Réage
You are a beast; and as a beast I mean to treat you.
Michelangelo, from a letter Giovan Simone
There are teeth marks on everything he loves.
Yusef Komunyakaa, opening lines to “The Thorn Merchant,” Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems (University Press of New England, 1993)
Good girls do as they’re told. Dirty girls like it.
“When she’s abandoned her moral center and teachings…when she’s cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor…when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure…..enticing from within this feral lioness…growling and scratching and biting…taking everything I dish out to her…..at that moment she is never more beautiful to me. ”
― Marquis de Sade
Through clenched teeth he explained that she would breathe when he said so, cum when he said so. When he was sure she understood, when the whites of her eyes announced her understanding, he let her cum, then let her breathe.
Body Subversive (Piece of a Peace)