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Your eyes, Your deep brown eyes, That drown me into the cosmos everytime I stare at you. Your nose, Your quirky, little nose, That presses mine as our face drew together. Your lips, Your ever tender lips, That spoke of love as we kiss. You, That wonderful, beautiful woman, That I will love, until the end of time.

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Victoria Legrand has a great ass

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new drawing of victoria legrand ~

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MOOD

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“I haven’t been drinking coffee.”

It has been almost a month now. If friends would ask me how I am doing, I’d respond with what’s stated above.

All the people who knew me, either deeply or by name, would classify me as a crazy coffee drunkard. If I enter the room, they would point out the cup of coffee in my hand and joke about how many cups am I planning to take that day. Some may go: “Ah, the coffee man.” Some would just laugh at it.

Hard times would just force you to give up on things, even on the ones you’d always stick on. One day, I just woke up, and as I prepare my personal mug, I’d come to think that maybe today is not a good day for coffee.

That “today” became “everyday”. I’ve never drank coffee eversince. My mom would ask me if I’d like a cup when she’s around, and I politely pass now. She’d buy new packs of coffee, thinking that I maybe drinking in the afternoon, but I never touch it. Along with the caffeine absence, I grew weak, tired, sleepy in the span of a month. I looked horrible. I would cry during the night, and stay asleep during the day. All the negativities and burden, it was more than coffee.

Today, my mom saw the stash of coffee in the pantry. She was so confused with the amount of unopened packs. “Aren’t you drinking coffee now?” She asked. “I haven’t been drinking that.” I said, as I was laying on the bed with bloodred eyes. (I’ve only slept for an hour, the sadness kept me awake last night.) She took the stash and headed to my room and told me that if I  wouldn’t drink coffee anymore, she’d just sell it to her officemates at work.

It has been gloomy these days. I’m not my usual self. I’m always jolly and cranked up with caffeine, and now I’m just a plain loser. Maybe I forgot that there’s still some positivity left in the world; that there is hope that I’ll recover, and fix whatever’s broken in my depressed soul.

“Mom, if you do, please save some for me.

I’ll drink coffee soon.”

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The Signs as Beach House

Aries: Sparks.  Aries is the youngest sign, and can be seen as a microcosm of life.  Their defining trait is their enthusiasm, and it is in this enthusiasm that they find their power, their immense capacity for good and for evil.  They hold so much fire within them, and yet, there is a certain simplicity and purity of spirit in the Aries.

Taurus: Somewhere Tonight.  Slow, steady, and stable, it may sometimes seem that Taurus has little going on in their life.  This may be true.  They are not always interested in exploring the extremities of life, but maybe they should be.  Still, there is a certain beauty in continuity, so long as it does not lead to monotony.

Gemini: Heart of Chambers.  Beneath Gemini’s many personalities lies a biting pessimism.  They tend to bury themselves with hobbies and interests and change in order to escape reality.  Gemini is much more complex than many may give them credit for, and a challenge they face is finding truth in themselves.  There is so much going on inside of them that it’s hard for them to land somewhere.

Cancer: Turtle Island.  The thing about Cancer is that they seem very dramatic, crying all of the time and making a big deal out of everything, but they’re not acting differently from the way that they truly feel.  Cancer has deep emotions, and they’re not afraid to hide it.  When their melancholy gets the best of them, they may retreat to sadness and be totally inconsolable, but I find they usually turn out okay in the end.

Leo: Lazuli.  If the Leo nature could be shrunk down to one word, inversely, that word would be “big.”  Even in the small things they do, they attract attention and exist with dignity.  They are fierce individualists, but they pay a fair amount of attention to the way others respond to them.  The goal of the Leo is to accept their magnetism without using it for manipulation.

Virgo: Take Care.  Virgo is defined by a certain ethereal quality.  Although they are Earth signs, something about them is certainly of the heavens (perhaps a trait borrowed from their sister sign?).  They are masters of service and duty, so what better song to represent them than one about taking care of others?

Libra: She’s So Lovely.  A beautiful, yet sinister song, there is hardly a better choice for the duality of Libra.  All too often, Libra is seen as ordinary or forgettable, when they are really masters of intrigue.  They carry immense power in the way they relate with others.  Whether they use this gift for good or for evil is up to them.

Scorpio: Beyond Love.  As a sign ruled by Mars, Scorpio may tend on the violent side, yet as a water sign, love is a big theme in life to them.  They seek this all-encompassing, transformative experience that is literally “beyond love.”  Scorpios can never settle for the commonplace affections that most people endure.  They’re after something spiritual.

Sagittarius: Zebra.  The carefree Sagittarian disposition may not be an act, but it can certainly be said that they have a hard time connecting with the consequences of their actions.  They value freedom yet rarely consider permanence, so they live in a state of absolute honesty and truth, which is sometimes quite admirable and other times highly chaotic.

Capricorn: Astronaut.  The sea goat’s journey is one of self-reliance, a quest to master themselves.  Thusly, they believe that they should carry the weight of the world alone.  Yet it is only when the Capricorn learns to trust in others that the are truly able to be their best selves.

Aquarius: Zebra.  The Aquarius is adamant about becoming unknowable.  They appreciate their privacy, and no matter how well one may think they know them, they always keep a bit of their character to themselves.  They are wild and free, but their inner Saturnian sense of responsibility keeps them in check of themselves.  They’re perfectly capable of existing alone, but they shouldn’t.

Pisces: Saltwater.  Devotional love comes like second nature to Pisces.  As the last sign, they are born with their hearts highest in heaven, and their love verges on angelic due to its pure, selfless essence.  Their love is boundless and perhaps not based in reality, yet it flows in endless waves forever.

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What is worse than rapist?

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Léa Seydoux La Belle personne(2008)🎥

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Love, you drive me wild. Your body against mine… I can hear my heart pounding. Tell me, does it feel?

Love, you drive me wild. Looking through your eyes… My hand going inside Tell me, does it please?

Love, you drive me wild. You groping my soul… Riding, feeling the climax… Tell me you love me.

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Love, where are you?

It has been days, weeks, months…

I don’t know if you’re trying to run away from me. Did I do something wrong?

All I wanted is to see you in flesh… To hold you, To kiss you…

Where are you?

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gtkmm  →  favorite movies (2/10) ↳ blue is the warmest color

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Can you feel it?

Can you feel my lips unto yours? Can you feel the tenderness, the excitement? Can you feel the love that I’m giving to you?

Can you see it?

Can you see how we passionately kiss as if the world is ours? Can you see how orgasmic you were? Can you see how perfect we can be together?

But the thing is...

¿Can we love without anything stopping us?

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"I haven't been drinking coffee." It has been almost a month now. If friends would ask me how I am doing, I'd respond with what's stated above. All the people who knew me, either deeply or by name, would classify me as a crazy coffee drunkard. If I enter the room, they would point out the cup of coffee in my hand and joke about how many cups am I planning to take that day. Some may go: "Ah, the coffee man." Some would just laugh at it. Hard times would just force you to give up on things, even on the ones you'd always stick on. One day, I just woke up, and as I prepare my personal mug, I'd come to think that maybe today is not a good day for coffee. That "today" became "everyday". I've never drank coffee eversince. My mom would ask me if I'd like a cup when she's around, and I politely pass now. She'd buy new packs of coffee, thinking that I maybe drinking in the afternoon, but I never touch it. Along with the caffeine absence, I grew weak, tired, sleepy in the span of a month. I looked horrible. I would cry during the night, and stay asleep during the day. All the negativities and burden, it was more than coffee. Today, my mom saw the stash of coffee in the pantry. She was so confused with the amount of unopened packs. "Aren't you drinking coffee now?" She asked. "I haven't been drinking that." I said, as I was laying on the bed with bloodred eyes. (I've only slept for an hour, the sadness kept me awake last night.) She took the stash and headed to my room and told me that if I  wouldn't drink coffee anymore, she'd just sell it to her officemates at work. It has been gloomy these days. I'm not my usual self. I'm always jolly and cranked up with caffeine, and now I'm just a plain loser. Maybe I forgot that there's still some positivity left in the world; that there is hope that I'll recover, and fix whatever's broken in my depressed soul. "Mom, if you do, please save some for me. I'll drink coffee soon."

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There are times that I think that I’m not enough

No words, no piece.

I just feel so worthless.

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Oh how I wish to tell you, That I’ve been dreaming of you every night; That I can feel your warmth as I think of you.

Oh how I wish to tell you, That you’re as beautiful as a rose; A rose that should be cherished and treasured deeply.

Oh how I wish to tell you, That you always leave me speechless; Because no word can describe the euphoria I’m feeling inside.

Oh how I wish to tell you: My love, you’re everything I’ve dreamed of, You’re the angel that was sent to me.