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swinq:

yooo this looks dope on your blog

it really does

It’s like addicting to watch. 

fuck

this gives me tingles in my tummy

I need this

Mmmyes

holy guacamole

y must the one on the right look like Harry styles

Im always too much for everyone

she’s not perfect;
no
but when we’re lying down
on our bed
and she fits my limbs
so easily
when she’s dragging her lips
on my neck
even in her sleep
i guess i’m allowed to boast
that she’s pretty
damn close
Unknown (via fuckinq)

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Selfie before I died and rose again
I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are. The most beautiful submission ever sent to me from - sadgirlslikebadboys (via thejamesboyle)

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queerfuck:

fucking power to her.
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast  (via petitloupp)

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