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You push it hard, I pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher Te deseo, cariño, boy, it's you I desire Your love, your love, my love

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But whose heart would not take flight Betray the moon as acolyte On first and fierce affirming sight Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

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Know that I would gladly be The Icarus to your certainty Strap the wing to me Death-trap clad happily With wax melted, I'd meet the sea Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

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Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides again

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“How to touch another person: as if you are picking up a ripe persimmon from the ground”

— from Reconcile of Self, by Caroline Plasket, published in Orange Blossom Review (via kavikshiraj)

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“My enemy. My friend. Had I been but a step faster… A pity your hunt leads you elsewhere… Not that I am surprised. May you find joy in it. Grow stonger, more savage, and savor every triumph…”

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See more floral hairstyles.

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Date with an Angel (1987)

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But whose heart would not take flight Betray the moon as acolyte On first and fierce affirming sight Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

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the ocean as a metaphor ALWAYS slaps. the ocean as a hungry force that wants to consume you? the ocean as something vast and unknowable, like a god itself? the ocean as freedom and liberation? the ocean as the mysteries of the self? the ocean as love? never fails to get me

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Shepherd

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Aymeric - WIP

Comms opening soon!

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The shape of memory is / a tree. The trees have / witnessed all the wars. / What is a tree but / persistence and secrets?

Victoria Chang, from Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief; “Mother”

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First commission done woot thank you SerToastybuns o/

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my favorite romance trope is like. you dont want to hurt me but i am asking you to hurt me. i need you to stab me. i need you to carve this out of me. i need you to cut something off of me. this will hurt both of us in incredible ways. yours are the only hands i trust enough to weild this knife. you do not want to hurt me. i am asking you to hurt me.