It was like being plunged into a different world. Where you partied until the sun was high in the sky and the breeze was just right. The grass was cold on your skin and you smiled at the touch of another brushing through your hair. You lay back and see his face overlayed with the sky and he smiles back at you. He gives you a bump of k and you fall deeper into the magic of the moment. You’re lost. You’re his. You’re theirs. Lost in the moment..s…
It was as if time stood still since we last met. We continued to share the same intense passionate kisses while sweating underneath the heavy covers on a hot July morning.

God forbid
a woman be more
than her
body.

Michelle K., Angry Women and Diet Commercials (via floralnymph)

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floresenelatico:

Anatomical Neon, Glowing Human Organ Sculptures

Accept good energies. Keep your aura. Don’t lose yourself.

I don’t want to share my bed with someone I have to care for less and less.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It’s heavy, that lightness. It’s crushing, that emptiness.

Margaret Atwood, The Tent (via observando)

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Rocking the slut flask since 16.

Borrowed lipstick, 2014

I like to play with my curtains and light.

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Arianna Vairo

Confabulazioni 

2013

Acrylic and gouache on wood or cardboard

journalofanobody:

Suzanne Shevchenko