"I don’t mind getting naked or seeing you naked. I don’t mind talking about sex or having sex or never having sex. I don’t mind my body or your body with mine. I don’t mind your sweaty palms, your chapped lips, your dirty tongue. I don’t mind your noisy music, your crappy poetry, your soiled shoes and ugly handwriting. I don’t mind 2ams and late night phone calls, stolen kisses and white lies. I don’t mind your half-eaten donut, frozen teabags and sticky hair. I want your toothbrush’s head leaning towards mine. I want your 4am back massage. Cup my breasts and don’t say they’re small. I already know that. Kiss me once and kiss me more. Pretend what we’re doing is illegal. It’s always good to be caught with our mouths tied together like handcuffs. Dry your cheeks and make me bleed. Crave me. Crave me. Crave me."
"My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via clectic)
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flirtay:

fast food workers say: NEVER order these items
smells-like-softgrunge:

✞Soft-Sad-W☯nderland✞
wasted-crystals:

wonderlandslut:

acidic-child:

☾GRUNGE☽

♡† we’re all mad here. †♡

we’re the kids our parents warned us about†
alwaysmarilynmonroe:

Marilyn six weeks before she passed, still as ethereal and beautiful inside and out as ever by the wonderful George Barris in July, 1962 for Cosmopolitan Magazine.

 June 1st 1926 - August 4th 1962.
iceparty:

My wish came true
cruelings:

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