Quvenzhané Wallis + puppy purses
Let every giggle be filled with lust; let us laugh this night away and I will fuck you like you were a prayer.
I could save me by having my mouth around you,
And I will hold you afterwards like you were the pullpit and I was the sky,
And this love that danced between that hardness was a telephone line of holiness that those two things spoke through.
Take me into your heart like I was a saint,
And you were a face of forgivenss blooming in a valley destined to sink further.
I could save me by having my mouth around you,
And I will hold you afterwards like you were the pullpit and I was the sky,
And this love that danced between that hardness was a telephone line of holiness that those two things spoke through.
Take me into your heart like I was a saint,
And you were a face of forgivenss blooming in a valley destined to sink further.
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| — | Anis Mojgani - “Milos” (via behappybecoolbefree) |
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
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| — | Louise Erdrich (via tessameow) |
