"She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again.There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth."

Forever by Maggie Stiefvater (via manolescent)

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There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes. She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side. Got a rebel heart a country mile wide.There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes.Love and Theft'Angel Eyes'

There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes. She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side. Got a rebel heart a country mile wide.There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes.

Love and Theft
'Angel Eyes'

(Source: melzmel, via foolwolf)

"Poetry is the way I fuck you when you’re gone."

Nicola Cayless, Literary Sexts (via hellanne)

For the love of all things pink…Yum. Especially pretty panties.-gg

For the love of all things pink…

Yum. Especially pretty panties.
-gg

(Source: megvnmvrie, via bunnychanxoxo)

I have never been more jealous of light as when it touches your skin.

I have never been more jealous of light as when it touches your skin.

(via daddysprincessmay)

"Don’t be an 85%’er. It’s lazy as you are so close to 100%. And I guarantee you, somebody, somewhere is depending on you to be 100%. Don’t let them down."

goodgirl4him

My sight has been replaced by darkness. My hearing, only muffled sounds. Both my hands and legs are bound, but I am not afraid. I am dressed. The sheer fabric, however, doesn’t protect me from the coolness of the room. I’m alone, at least in my head. And there’s a tune stuck in my head. I keep playing it over and over, always having to start and end at the same point like some kind of record player skipping, but I can’t walk over to it to fix it. The song in my head is interrupted by You. The reason I’m here like this. This is our quiet evening at home. You had said you felt like staying in when we had discussed what to do for the night. So this is us, staying in. Your hand touches my foot letting me know that You are back in the room with me. The music in my head softens. Slowly, Your hand moves up my leg, my thigh, over the rise of my ass and stops. I know what comes next. I’ve been here before. You’ve always said I’m your favorite toy. And You’re getting ready to show me just how much of a favorite toy I can be. This is my favorite part.©gg

My sight has been replaced by darkness. My hearing, only muffled sounds. Both my hands and legs are bound, but I am not afraid. I am dressed. The sheer fabric, however, doesn’t protect me from the coolness of the room. I’m alone, at least in my head. And there’s a tune stuck in my head. I keep playing it over and over, always having to start and end at the same point like some kind of record player skipping, but I can’t walk over to it to fix it.

The song in my head is interrupted by You. The reason I’m here like this. This is our quiet evening at home. You had said you felt like staying in when we had discussed what to do for the night. So this is us, staying in.

Your hand touches my foot letting me know that You are back in the room with me. The music in my head softens. Slowly, Your hand moves up my leg, my thigh, over the rise of my ass and stops. I know what comes next. I’ve been here before. You’ve always said I’m your favorite toy. And You’re getting ready to show me just how much of a favorite toy I can be.

This is my favorite part.

©gg

(Source: tumblerotic, via underview)

I have never been more jealous of light as when it touches your skin.

I have never been more jealous of light as when it touches your skin.

(Source: onlyfishnetallowed, via lobo-the-wolf)

"If you treat a man as he is, he will stay as he is. If you treat him as he ought to be, he will become the bigger and better man."

TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)

arsamandix:

Ars amandi ♥ the art of love.

I have never been more jealous of light as when it touches your skin.

arsamandix:

Ars amandi ♥ the art of love.

I have never been more jealous of light as when it touches your skin.

(Source: italianlady2)