“When you think of love, do you think of pain?”
— Vance Joy, Mess Is Mine
Lazy languid days of summer.
Hot flesh on crisp sheets.
The fire between my thighs matching the heat outside.
And always Him inside my thoughts.
“The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
(via augenss-blog)
Sir's submissive 