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She got me praying all hours of the night, say she want my heart, She pulling me to the river, drawing me with her siren's call, Done gave her my heart but now she wants my soul, Well I already sold it to the man in red, "Fell in love with your charm," but its a curse; cos am dead, Girl you're not who you say, bad girl they say you are Innocence isn't where am at, wear your crucifix bae Don't make me out all serious bonnie, slave to this bad religion, Unrequited love, praying at my shrine, cos I don't have a heart Like a dead man walking, I lay at your side, Make sure you're alright in my world, atleast that for you girl,

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul

“It’s pointless to count stars.”

“It’s also pointless to count freckles, but I know you have 36 on the edge of your left hand.”

submitted by anonymous someone who could probs woo me in a day


Hellooooooo Dr. Fitz

@destinyjoyhope and @pika-ace came up with an anastasia au and i… got carried away

if touch
has a memory
awaken my senses
let my mind wander
to the moment in time
we relinquished inhibitions
i’ll close my eyes
recapture it perfectly
pull it to the forefront
of my mind…

feeling his skin
soft upon my face
mouths intertwined
wild with desire
our hands roaming
soft then hard
then soft again
our entire substances
welding together
an ebb and flow
beyond understanding
an innate affinity
to become one
both time and space
every inch explored
mind, body, soul
my entire being responds
in warm, damp, surrender
while his hands draw
imaginary lines
along my neck
he grasps my hair
firmly pulling me in
summoning me
to belong to him
handling me
as though i were
his most familiar
musical instrument
my spirit is willing
my body replies
to his every touch
skin flushed and red
with blood racing
to my inner most
feminine places
this love
yet pure
souls submit
to their fusion
and revel within
this stolen moment
passion and love combined
creating something divine
i will go to my death
knowing the truth of love
but will spend forever
keeping it at a distance
the magic of this time
only an illusion
bound to suppress
submerge once again
to that distant place
in the labyrinth
of my mind
immersed safely
into the vault
of my memory

Brie •vault•

You see, he never really liked the taste of tea but she drank it all day, everyday, and she kissed him so many times that winter that the taste of tea stained his lips. Then it’s a year later and he’s asked if he likes tea or coffee more and if he licks his lips he can still remember the faint taste of her tea and he still doesn’t like it but he’d definitely prefer tea over coffee now, especially if it came with her.
—  ~Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #29
Some of my friends had arrangements with ‘sensible’ girls. Not I – I was in love with a whirlwind.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Early Success”

That day
you looked at me, all breathless.
I shyed away , ducking my head to
The floor.
Because , red rose up my spine.

I swear I felt you then,
climbing up.
From the strands of my hair
To my eyelashes , where I kept my

—  Love story / without tears