I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.
“
| — | Rudy Francisco (via wolf-cub) |
Daydreaming, fantasizing.
Realizing you watch me
You saunter over
My skin you disrobe
Your hand rests upon me
Warm,
Gentle.
I’m waiting for you
Quietly
Anxiously
You open the door
Been thinking about you
Thinking bout me all day
I love you
I surrender.
Our bodies collide as I’m pulled to your chest
Sliding together in harmony like lock and key
We fall into the feather soft cloth clouds
Perched upon your lap I drink in your form
Bathed in the ethereal glow of flames
You run those fingers down my spine
Before I bare all for you
Giving you my entirety
Surrender
I kneel at your feet
And I lay by your side.
Eyes down, waiting very gently
You touch me, my chin.
In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
“
| — | Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via satinsunset) |
You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.
“
| — | Stephen King (via satinsunset) |
I said never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.
“
| — | Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance (via rebreathing) |
You can’t fill loneliness with people you have no intention of loving.
“
| — | Codi Ann Thomsen (via satinsunset) |
