January 2010
228 posts
cigarettesandrippedtights:
kriskidd:
lips buried deep in your neck. hands. everywhere. hip bone kisses. fingers tracing crop circles up and down my back. tracing them onto the sheets. lips always swollen and bitten. ex ballerina. full time student. you’re more than the words that i can’t seem to find. and at three thirty three on a sunday morning. or is it saturday night? maybe saturday...
L'inspiration s'assèche... Just a little bit.
Une situation fragile s’évoque, Une vague de chaleur irradie sur moi dans tout mon corps apaisant la tension qui bouillie en moi. Je m’allonge parterre, la tête contre ma baignoire. Alors, je senti que je plonge dans une sorte de bulle , comme si je déconnecte d’une partie de moi même.
Après une douloureux succès de me maitrise fragile de la langue française, le baccalauréat se rapproche. En...
Fuck “sexual orientation” stereotypes. I just fall in love with a person, not with a penis or a vagina, nor with a gender. Fuck social classes, here we are all the same. I believe in Jesus christ but i don’t belong to a religion because i haven’t found one that fits perfectly to my thoughts and believes. People often try to change my principles but they always stay there because i will never ever...
dustglitterrain:
wekissedthestars: fuckuniform: alexperkins: tolosemylife: katieefiasco: helloruby:
have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror for so long that you begin to forget yourself and wonder who you are. If the person in he mirror is indeed you, or some strange phenomenon or trick in the brain. Your eyes don’t look quite right and you stare at yourself unnaturally. You speak then...
