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daddys-little-miss-k: cuz-daddy-says: I will do my best not to ruin them -J Giggling
my dad says something like this whenever we say “im bored”
@AnnaBanks: “Keep Calm and Sign On"
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Favorite. Ever. I had this as my background for so long.
From my home street.
breakinq: warning! my blog may cause joy♡ What we want
this has been my philosophy for years
bedesm: You know…. Just getting ready for Monday ;) i feel this is like my every week xD
obscenite: In case you’re still taking votes! hahaha you’re welcome to vote as often as possible, my friend :-) 100% true
holdyourorgasm: alovelysub: Story of my life… http://holdyourorgasm.tumblr.com/ definition of me
satansexxx: the internet needs to stop spilling my secrets xD
losing. my. mind.i blame all of you! :P
togetherbehindcloseddoors: cindersk: My mind is wide open. C’mon in. ❤️ love it
bedesm: blogvickme: Sounds like a date night to me! *sigh*I need this pronto. i’ll take this from anyone right now. my day is entirely too stressful :(seriously…i’m begging. hardcore.
alovelysub: My kind of romance… i concur
“rainbow coat killer"
bohemianspirit7: My religion is kindness. Practise what you believe in, constiniously❤️ Namaste.
“Paris, Texas" a film by Wim Wenders
spicenwolf: “My question is about getting into submissive headspace. I was watching a video and the Dom was whispering things in the sub’s ear (which were inaudible) and you could see her expression change from this confident woman into this
As I’ve had several people asking, so here’s the details on the tattoos I’ve drawn on the bees: The quote on Blake’s clavicle is from the Black trailer. The geometric tattoo of the original/peaceful White Fang head, not the newer violent emblem.Yes,
maxeth: steel-kun: dream-cassette: steel-kun: Name a conspiracy theory superior in raw power to “there are no actual forests on Earth" imma need some context on that cause WHAT? “forests” = minuscule form of what trees on Earth can be,
mezmmer: Mochizuki Kotaro favorite moments/quotes (1/?): I’m an ally of the kanbutsu! —..Do you wish to remain a peon forever? You still don’t understand? Without the battle… there’s no way one can be victorious! Each of them is but a fool…
my sensible heart
when I met you, flowers started growingin the darkest parts of my mind
Quotes & Queries
This terrifying Rupert Murdoch quote is possibly the best reason to stay in the EU yet
my body; the exit wound
lifeinpoetry: I shatterwhat light has done to me: in my wildest dreamswhere the given body is a form of flight& in this latest version I step intothe wreckage, to find the other side ofme blooming toward you. — Michael Wasson, from “Self-portrait
the château of my heart
soracities: ““My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
wethinkwedream: “my excessive heart / finds everything too small,” — Miguel Hernández, from Selected Poems; “Like the Bull,”
tosfumarewords: “where / do my words end, and where do you begin?” — Quinn Lui, from “Let the Congregation Whisper,” L'Éphémère Review (Issue VIII: Gossamer)
sistersofsylviaplath: “Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.” — Sylvia Plath, from Lady Lazarus (via recommendedreadingroom)
tenonder: “And I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.” — Franz Kafka, The Castle (via le-dilemme)
twofigs: when kosinski wrote “i’m sure there are aspects of my personality buried within me that will surface as soon as i know i am completely loved.”
star-eaters: “I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.” — Richard Siken, Dirty Valentine
storminmytwistedmind: “Those innocent eyes slit my soul up like a razor.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov. (via xshayarsha)
notesfromtheundergroundman: “There were measly little passions in me, sharp, burning, because of my permanent, morbid irritability.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground
quotemadness: “I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.” — Marian Keyes
catherinemerteuil: “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” — Edvard Munch (via wnq-art)
xshayarsha: Here it’s so noisy, my soul shakes at every sound. I shake all over, and I can’t go away by myself, I’m afraid of the silence. - Anton Chekhov, from The Cherry Orchard.
010180000: I completely dwell in every idea, but also fill every idea… . I not only feel myself at my boundary, but at the boundary of the human in general. I am the end or the beginning. Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often—and
giallolooks: “As my own neurosis became more subdued I found myself unconsciously drawn to female characters who exhibited signs of behaviors I had recognized in myself: repression, delusion, jealousy, paranoia, hysteria. But these issues didn’t
sirenoirs: “My life is so curiously heavy in me that I often cannot stir it from its place;” — Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva c. July 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)
hapless-hollow: “Let me say this one thing - My heart, it screams. It screams and screams and screams.” — Helaena C Moon @ : http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/
violentwavesofemotion: “I live in the dark and my eyes see only a faint light. It is faint and yet it consumes me. I long for it. I thirst for it. I would die for it.” — María Irene Fornés, from Selected Plays: María Irene Fornés; “Mud”
soracities: vellanelle: douceurs: januaryhoney: juin-bleu: maryoliverpdf: dirbyagnesvarda: john my beloved - sufjan stevens / birds hover the trampled fields - richard siken the song of achilles by madeline miller The Crane Wife by CJ Hauser
seaoflove: ☀️ a love letter to the sun: you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry. only the sun has come this close, only the sun. — shauna barbosa and there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into the sunlight
derakhtesokoot: “My father says that Persians believe in silent communications; a look or gesture imparts far more than a book full of words.” — Mahbod Seraji, Rooftops of Tehran
