paradoxicalvanity:


Imiss the smell of yourneckand thetasteof yourflirtation.This, is craving.

Tyler Knott Gregson

paradoxicalvanity:

I
miss the smell
of your
neck
and the
taste
of your
flirtation.
This,
is craving.

Tyler Knott Gregson

(Source: ladylilyvanity)

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(Source: belleshaw)

“You gave up guessing
the words I traced on your back
when they moved lower
and circled your waist
and began to cover you completely.
But afterward… afterward
you ask me what I was writing.

The truth is,
I told you already… it was
your name, over and over…
the same as into your neck,
the same as against your breast,
the same as between your legs,
your name, again and again.”
Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

(Source: vesperinbedlam)

Rorschach

jayarrarr:

Because you
are the pattern of my longing —
abstract, yet recognizable
as such, the way a blob of ink
becomes a butterfly; a dragon,
a cloud —

I need to feel beyond told. To see,
where actions speak louder.
To shelter in silence
hanging from the fringes
of a dropped chord
or the margins
of odd angles of verse.

Where I keep you, sound;
as you hold me, unsure.
How we tremble as we fall.

© 2014 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller

“Its not just about sex… Don’t get me wrong sex is fucking great… But when you have a connection with someone… When you feel so strong for someone… Just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak… You just cant beat that…”
(via my-sexy-mind)

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paradoxicalvanity:


Music is a half forgotten memory of a primitive state, it is a bridge of holiness between this world and the World of all Beauty.

Hildegard von Bingen

paradoxicalvanity:

Music is a half forgotten memory of a primitive state, it is a bridge of holiness between this world and the World of all Beauty.

Hildegard von Bingen

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