(via lesbian--slut)
i just wish that your words
could caress me
like my hands would
when i think of you—oh, how my fingertips
long for the vague familiarity
of your fleeting touch, with
your breath-ridden voice
saying my name in a
whisper of stolen kissesin a sea of faces
i would see you first,
before i close my eyes
and right after my first breath
early in the morning
i only think of you—i wish to see only you
and no one else.
(via thetalkingguineapig)
(Source: rainbowhores, via thetalkingguineapig)
Yet my manners are certainly peculiar, not all masculine but rather softly gentleman-like. I know how to please this fair maiden of mine.
—Anne Lister, Journals, 1820 (via proserpine)
(Source: , via thetalkingguineapig)
(Source: thugxwife, via lesbian--slut)
neck kissing is really fucking hot though
Do this to me and my pants are gonna slam so hard to the floor they’re gonna make a new entrance to hell
(Source: ppowermuffgirls, via homosexual-punklet)
When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.
—David Levithan (via abstractedfromreality)
(Source: hellanne, via radically-honest)
