Sweet tides, pools of love You’re eyes are full of
Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
well, yes, the don’t-drink-anything-with-caffeine-after-18h rule is still working for me, good to know. fuck.
Quando eu chego em casa nada me consola.
Sophie was back in the game. Pure, raw, explosive pleasure. Better than drugs, better than smack. Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy. Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style. Better than banana milkshakes. Better than George Lucas’s trilogy, the muppets and 2001. Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn,...
As if I feared that the scope of what I could feel and imagine was being quietly...– It Chooses You by Miranda July (via pitchblackvoid)
Be true ‘cause they’ll lock you up in a sad sad zoo
Ps: I HATE WEARING MAKE UP
Dear coffee, Thanks for keeping me awake all night… now if you could...– dear blank, please blank