shi-saa
Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)
Source: crimsonkismet
Community Label: Mature
Community Label: Mature
Drug and alcohol addiction
Just because I’m strong enough to handle the pain, doesn’t mean I deserve it.
being afraid of sex or any sort of intimacy because of the fear of your body looking ugly is very real and actually TERRIFYING
When they say "I love you," but Edgar Allen Poe once wrote "Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway." 🖤
There needs to be 400 hours in the day so I have more time to do fuck all
who's trying to sit in a little meadow with me and get high?
babe don't even worry about it it's in the baja past
"Are you into a type?"
I'm not into any type, I'm into connection, consistency, honesty, openness, communication, encouragement and reassurance.
That's my type.
*scrolls far back into my blog* oh yes…i was suffering quite vigorously here
I love kissing you. I love kissing your skin because my eyes are right there, close enough to appreciate every line and mesh of beige, blues, purples and greens that are your skin.
The touch of your skin against mine is intoxicating and your smell is so comforting. In the bedroom I could explore and worship you for hours. I hope that every second spent with me you feel adored, aroused and present. Every part of you, you think is a flaw; to me is another marker that distinguishes you from the rest and I crave to remember each one.
Loving you and worshiping you out in public is like teasing me when I see a bit of skin exposed because I will recall the last time I worship that spot. This is why you'll find me kissing your hand, palm, wrist, shoulders, and if the moment seems casual your legs and feet.
My love, I worship you.
“Just because you can feel another person’s emotions doesn’t make you responsible for them.”
— Sarah Brooke
They should invent a job that i actually want to do
I love kissing you. I love kissing your skin because my eyes are right there, close enough to appreciate every line and mesh of beige, blues, purples and greens that are your skin.
The touch of your skin against mine is intoxicating and your smell is so comforting. In the bedroom I could explore and worship you for hours. I hope that every second spent with me you feel adored, aroused and present. Every part of you, you think is a flaw; to me is another marker that distinguishes you from the rest and I crave to remember each one.
Loving you and worshiping you out in public is like teasing me when I see a bit of skin exposed because I will recall the last time I worship that spot. This is why you'll find me kissing your hand, palm, wrist, shoulders, and if the moment seems casual your legs and feet.
My love, I worship you.
I want 🥺🥺😜