
mattobsidian: a taste of death, a touch of lust
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mattobsidian: a taste of death, a touch of lust


theweightofdivinity: When the wax drips like prayer, the body becomes a temple of worship.




bigsoftbison: bestie do you wanna come over and get high and i can swirl my tongue around your nipples for like an hour until you’re panting and dripping through your panties

dr00linghimbo: Just let me suck anything of yours …

a-ltrove: Farinelli dir. Gérard Corbiau 1994




megan-ann-xo: i don’t want flowers for valentine’s day i want to be fucked so hard i can’t walk

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Being a dog for him.
ataraktos: It’s really difficult to get close to me. But once you do, you have someone in your corner for life, no matter what
infjandintj: “I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses”
— The greatest INTJ quote that was ever written by an INTJ. (Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra)
mournfulroses: Cecilia Martinez , from a poem titled “ Winter Then ,” featured in A Magnificently Ordinary Romance: Poems