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From the moment we first kissed,

I knew you would break my heart.

The butterflies in my stomach had been hibernating for nearly a decade before then.

& The electricity that sparked from our lips, surged through my entire being,

charging my soul.

I was alive again,

I was terrified.

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  — Penelope’s Song, Louise Glück  

[text ID: Who wouldn't want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer?]

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spain via @shainarene

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Storm’s coming

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Physical touch/intimacy as a love language isn’t just sex. It’s their hand resting on your leg during conversation. It’s being held in their arms and listening to their heart beat. Holding hands. Back massages. Their hands in your hair. It’s about connecting and communicating love with your bodies.

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“The moon partially eclipsed.” A Study of the Sky. 1906. Frontispiece, detail.