I love really hard, scratchy, bitey, tied up, ‘fuck me’ sex
But I also love face holding, hair stroking, kissing, gentle, ‘I love you’ sex
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To my dearest love….
…. my brilliant Sun,The world has decided….
…. we can no longer be oneSo you take the day….
…. and I’ll take the nightYou with your happy glow….
…. me with my cold & lonely lightIt must be this way….
…. always and foreverThey say we can no longer …..
…. share the sky togetherBut my nights will follow….
…. your brilliant daysI am right behind you ….
…. and I will love you alwaysSo do not be sad my love….
…. please do not fretFor my reason to rise….
…. is in watching you setSo never forget….
…. that there once was a timeWhen I truly was yours….
….and you truly were mineThat there once was a moment….
…. when I felt you lipsIf ever you miss me….
…. remember our eclipse
Ranata Suzuki, A letter to the Sun from the dark side of the Moon (via wnq-writers)
Hell yes
I love those random memories that make me smile no matter what is going on in my life right now.
Unknown (via quotethatword)
I admit,
I was afraid
to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning
mystery. She carried things
deep inside her that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail,
like the others.She was the ocean
and i was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified to
swim.
We assume that others show their love in the same way that we do and if they don’t follow that equation, we worry that the love is not there.
Amy Przeworski, The Love in Chicken Broth (via teenager90s)
And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Paul McCartney (via quotethatword)
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Mitch Albom (via quotethatword)
