“—when I think of how you press against me, how eagerly you open your legs and how wet you are, God, it drives me mad to think what you would be like when everything falls away.”
— Henry Miller in a letter to Anaïs Nin, March 11, 1932, A Literate Passion.
(via parisi0n)
You don’t believe me when I tell you that I like the noises you make when you sleep
And I don’t believe you when you tell me that my voice is your favorite sound,
Not when you can sing like that.
One of your ex’s name tastes like stale coffee
And the other one burns as if I’ve swallowed a scalding pot.
You don’t understand why I don’t discuss my first love with you
But how am I supposed to tell the sun that I once fell for the moon?
If I could, I’d pay rent for the spaces between your fingers,
So if anyone else tried to intertwine their hand with yours,
They would be trespassing.
I’m very good at useless metaphors
And very bad at telling people how I feel
But on our worst nights, you’re snow in the month of March
and even though I’m sick of winter,
I will never stop appreciating the beauty of a blizzard.
“Tell me everything about you. You can go on for hours, I don’t mind.”
— Tell Me / Unrequited Love
jessbortle asked:
If you’re going to come to Poland for it I’m going to let you take me where and how you want 😘
Anonymous asked:
First of all, you’re an absolute darling for checking up on me and I love you for that ❤️
The situation is quite different actually, you see I’m a hopeless romantic and a big daydreamer and I love all those things connected to love and romance and the carnal part too hah.. and so it happened that I’ve begun a certain ‘dance’ with one of my dearest friends(but I can’t make it anything else, not now anyway) which puts my imagination into a frenzy. But because I can’t share all the thoughts my mind creates how I’d truly wish I made this blog to speak to my could-be-lover and give out my lesser thoughts(as well as maybe the more advanced stuff too idk)
But also! The content won’t be limited to this one friend only, I had in my life more feelings like that and they are still in me
Yes I know the feeling of being left alone and missing and I can empathize with you. But that’s not what I’m focusing on (and I hope you aren’t either 😘)
“I’m awful about your name. I still jump when I hear it. I still feel it rattling somewhere in my stomach. I think I’m jealous of anyone that gets to say it because it’s not my right anymore. Years from now I’ll be standing in a supermarket and someone will casually brush past me, your name falling from their mouth like confetti. I’ll drop everything that I’m holding. My knees will wobble in the way they only did when I was with you. Years from now I’ll still remember how your name tasted in my mouth and I’ll have to start missing you all over again.”
— Azra.T “Aisle 3”
