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Nick Drake - Milk and Honey
"You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions."
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(Source: airudite, via bloodisthenewblackk)
Latex pratting. Observe the squillion biscuits I’ve eaten this month; they’ve all set up shop on my thighs.
then we ate apples and drank coffee and the boys got high, and i remembered how similar they were are how easily things could have been different
Pink Narcissus
"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."
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(Source: thelifeguardlibrarian, via loveyourchaos)
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
He wanted nothing to get away
He gripped her so hard that life should not drag her from that moment
He wanted to topple with his arms around her
Off that moment’s brink and into nothing
Where the real world would never come
Been shooting some latex today y’all, and (would you believe it) a jacket made from sting ray skin. These trooz were a particular fave, but my god were they a bitch to get off.
Best of all are his hands, heavy on me; choking sometimes, even, so delicately refined and deliciously coarse, intelligently wandering over the limbs and skins he’s now traversed completely. I know every line of them, those hands; every imperfection, every rough circle on their palms. And they know me, they find me out and take me over, they make me forget my own name. They drag me right under his skin. He could commandeer my heart right out of my head, this wanton pirate, this husky god.
Be not afeared, the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices,
That if I had then waked after a long sleep
Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
We made a bed tent today, he and I; we got inside the duvet cover and tangled ourselves beyond hope, all 12ft 3 of us. And as he lay afterwards half-alseep on my heart, his eyes shut and his mouth open and smiling, mewing in his very own catlike way, I realised there had never been anything on Earth more perfect or more beautiful. He is the universe made flesh.