if you run your fingers through my hair and pull a little while we’re kissing I’m all yours
Etikett: him with a capital h
@beberequin what a MOOD
thinking of you: 💖💓💗💞💕💘💕 💖💓💗💞💕💘💕💞💗💓💖 💞💗💓💖
talking with you: 💖💓💗💞 💖💓💗💞💕💘💕💞💗💓💖 💕💘💕💞💗💓💖
me loving you: 💖💓💗 💖💓💗💞💕💘💕💞💗💓💖 💞💕💘💕💞💗💓💖
your existence: 💖💓💗💞💕 💖💓💗💞💕💘💕💞💗💓💖 💘💕💞💗💓💖
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Boulder To Birmingham | Joan Baez
“All the lust in your lungs,
All the sirens in my mouth.
(Unspeakable)”— “Hedonism“, The Cynical Idealist. (via thecynical-idealist)
“All these months have been one blind torture,”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
Kisses that start from your lips, to your neck, down your stomach…
“I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.”
— Tracy Chevalier, The Girl With a Pearl Earring
y tu mamá también (2001)
“Not being able to touch you is the worst kind of agony.”
— Viola CN (via wnq-writers)
beberequin 