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  Don’t ask me about his lips. How they ruby and burn. Stretch full over white teeth, taut like a drum. I want him to make music of me.

  Don’t ask me about his hands. The way they are scarred with stories. How they slide thick down his legs as I stare. Mouth cotton; eyes hungry.

  Don’t ask me about my hunger. The way my stomach drops tight when he looks at me. The way my palms itch for his bones. Don’t ask me about my fear. The way he comes to me.

  How I open my mouth to say “Yes” and it comes out “I’m sorry.”

  — His Lips, Clementine von Radics  (via klonazepam)

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  magicalnaturetour:

  Mummy Love

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  People change and forget to tell each other.

  — Lillian Hellman  (via darccyyyy)

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  siddman:

  trendperfect:beautilation:

  rose mcgowan giving zero fucks at the 1999 vmas 

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  nevver:

  “Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory and shows of flags and well-oiled guns.” — Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

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  nevver:

  You

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  merryprankster:

  Dreamland by *milenkadelic

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