Littleglass

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

—Anais Nin

(Source: nectarblood)

There is a pain—so utter— 
It swallows substance up— 
Then covers the Abyss with Trance— 
So Memory can step 
Around—across—upon it— 
As one within a Swoon— 
Goes safely—where an open eye— 
Would drop Him—Bone by Bone.

Emily Dickinson

I love this.  It’s so romantic to me. Like waking up and having a realization of how amazing the person you’re sleeping with it. Adore.



underweartuesday:

We had just woken up from an after sex nap. After I got up, I turned around to see her casually laying on the bed like a goddamn goddess. 
I love this. It’s so romantic to me. Like waking up and having a realization of how amazing the person you’re sleeping with it. Adore.

underweartuesday:

We had just woken up from an after sex nap. After I got up, I turned around to see her casually laying on the bed like a goddamn goddess. 

(via chanel-smokes)

Im a naughty dolly. The end.

comet

I wrote to you about the sun.
It’s light on your lips and the freckles on your face.
I sang to you about the sea.
Your hair tousled and your skin smooth.
I cried to you about the moon.
Our hands grasping our lungs heaving.
I yelled at you about the stars.
My dreams broken my face aging.
I lied to you about the comet.
It was more beautiful than any truth I’d ever spoken.