the-art-of-trickery:

They make my stomach swell, knot and twist with crashing carousals of worry.
This forest of feet that grows into toothed beasts pointing in vicious directions.
Yet they have of increasing tongues that lap at bubbling saliva;
and throats that slide upwards. They, a crescendo of twisting thin lips are the unknown and I am among them with great mystery towards this fear.

mizzjade:

buttfuckbabe:

I miss romantic intimacy
And being touched and held and cuddled
And kissed

Yup.

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" ‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’
No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody. "
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