darkly-gleaming:

Once Bitten…

You loved to give me a bite there too

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i-will-recover-tomorrow:

I’m getting better no thanks to you. You just helped me see better

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petitworld:

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Wherever this is, I want to be there

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injoymalepics2:

You came after your new job to come fuck me. You were just using me. How do you live with yourself.

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comandittas:

You loved doing this to me

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inscendo:

“and we didn’t talk after that” is probably the saddest thing to say

I’m ok with this now. I don’t want you to talk to me. You only bring uncertainty

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hellanne:

Matias Alonso Revelli

The most tranquil place

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miss—salacious:

““Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it.””

— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
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This was not love nor was it worth this pain

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miss—salacious:

““Deep down. I am afraid of this man, as if in him I had to face all the realities which terrify me. His sensual being affects me. His ferocity, enveloped in tenderness, his sudden seriousness, the heavy, rich mind. I am a bit hypnotized. I observe his fine soft white hands, his head, which looks too heavy for his body, the forehead about to burst, a shaking head, harboring so much that I love and hate, that I want and fear.””

— from Henry and June by Anais Nin
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Just please explain why you didnt want me

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