thoughtkick:

“I write to find out what I’m thinking.”

— Julia Alvarez

(via thoughtkick)

books-n-quotes:

“I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you’re with them.”

— Anne Tyler, The Accidental Tourist

laments-and-burlesque:

I will spirit her away to an autumnal glade. Far from where anyone can hear
us. Alone.

I will have my ravenous way with her. Do as I please with no cause to
restrain my appetites or her willingness to serve them. Every inch of her,
every aperture… systematically violated.

I will make her explode. Glimmering orange and gold novas. As many times as
her body can possibly tolerate. She is going to tremble, shriek and carry on
like a banshee.

She will be a shell, a ghost; broken and splintered. In the moments before
she finally surrenders to the deepest of slumbers, she will be tangled in my
web, safe in the knowledge that she is cherished like a black pearl.

Only the owls and crickets will be our audience

icraveanal:

“Submissives are like air. Every Dom needs one to breathe..”

— (via dankroll)

Home

Home is the colour of the sunset, crimson and purple drifting in to faded blue.

It tastes of cherries, picked fresh off the tree, hot in my mouth from the afternoon sun.

It feels like the waves of the ocean washing over me, caressing my skin, as the sound of my heart beats heavy in my ears.

Home is woman standing in front of a mirror naked and proud, smiling at herself.

books-n-quotes:

“I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”

— Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

twistedphoenix: