She adored all beautiful things in their every curve and fragrance, so that they became part of her. Day by day, she gathered beauty; had she had no heart (she who was the bosom of womanhood) her thoughts would still have been as lilies, because the good is the beautiful. J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird (via fragilediaries)

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Keeping my fingers crossed for the government to pass the marriage bill for gay couples! Every straight, gay or bi person should stand behind this; it’s a human right! The UK has had enough of the discrimination of homosexual relationships- apparently we’re a developed, civilised nation. Fucking prove it then. 

I want you to lay me down on the grass. I want to feel your hands drawing trails on my body. I want to feel your hands drawing trails on my body. I want you curious and shy. I want you to fumble, hesitate and worry. Your brows to converge, your eyes to look away, cheeks flushing. I want your warm fingers slowly slipping underneath my clothes. I want you inexperienced- like I’m the first girl you touched. You fucked others but I want to be the first one you touch. I want you to close your eyes and see me with your hands. You won’t be shy anymore- I need you to feel every curve, every soft tissue of my stomach, every hard rib, the hip bone pressing harshly to my skin. I want your hands to become familiar with me. I want them to cover my breasts from the sun, your nose joining the light breeze brushing my hair. i want you close because I want to smell you. I want to be sure it’s you, nobody else. I will know when you’re getting impatient. I want to slow you down and try to make you take your time to really know me but at the same time I don’t. I want you brash and rough. I want you groping and squeezing, nibbling and biting, pinching and tugging. I want for you to roam my body like it’s your own new piece of land. I want for you to treat me like a treasure that won’t last unless you grab me with both hands, decisive and possessive. Finally I want you to make me yours and, ultimately, I don’t care how you do it. Just don’t leave me alone today.  
distinguishedcompany: wonderfulambiguity: Unknown Photographer, Soldier returns home
Kiss me Arthur. Kiss me harshly, roughly, bite my skin and lick my teeth, rip at my hair and drag your nails down my back, watch me gasp and beg and bleed. Or kiss me sweetly, softly, peck the sides of my mouth shyly, press your tongue safely to your front teeth, hesitate, lick, nip, tease and smile when I blush. Or kiss me curiously, awkwardly without a guide to follow, bumping noses, teeth crashing, spit dripping, laughter and snorts, hugs, seconds of silence and a peck on the forehead. Kiss me good morning with a bad breath or goodnight with a hint of toothpaste clinging onto your upper-lip. Kiss me as a greeting, as a sweet gesture, as a gift, as a thank-you, as if nothing matters and as if we’re one, really emerging into one in that moment. Kiss me and say ‘See you later’. Just don’t kiss me goodbye.

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because my boyfriend is soooo amazingly talented and takes my breath away every now and then ;D


sequineye: (by boxofdreeams)
aseaofquotes: Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing
comee-closer: gentle-insomnia: John Perceval and Mary Boyd by Albert Tucker c. 1944 I saw this today at the Heide Museum of Modern Art and it’s my new favourite thing ever. It’s so sensitive and innocent. ditto 
I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I never want to be away from you again, except at work, in the restroom or when one of us is at a movie the other does not want to see. Lemony Snicket, “The Beatrice Letters” (via seabois)

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