fawnsparrows: I forgave your trespasses of my body; the perverted endeavors that violently worshiped each hidden crevice and every sculpted curve, the tongue that caressed my velvet insides - and the teeth that nipped at my swollen flesh. I forgave your trespasses of my soul; tainting the innocence i preserved from longing - that longed for more than bitten ear lobes and lotion stained fingertips slipping sinfully through my stolen-first-kiss lips.
Grudge
My feelings are worth hurting, but others arent? Wtf. Dont come into MY life, fuck with my emotions, and then leave without so much as an honest reason.
Interesting
"I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful."
- Unknown (via katyjean)
(via dailymovement)
Be who you are…
Words supplied by minimalistmatt.
(Source: oklahoma-sky)
Marilyn Monroe by Ed Feingersh, March 1955
