haunted without release
mywrds: i could hold you in my arms but i could not stop you slipping through my fingers i could write down my desire but i could not keep you warm two ghosts can haunt each others nights but cannot kiss bound into place by time and ties the chains that weigh without release ghosts held to haunt and cannot fly thought hearts may call across the night
This is everything and for you, I hope you see I’d do anything.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.– Anaïs Nin (Henry & June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin)
behindperceptions: sometimes all we need is just one small step and that’s enough, mountains are conquered one small step at a time.
Love me in the way you write paint a mural on my skin take me on a magic...– (via graciouswords)
what lies within
mywrds: i see you walking innocence but i know the truth concealed beneath the curtain you hide curves and hunger that keeps simmering lift the hem and show the need you keep hidden down inside and i will take hold of you and will not let you go
I want to under- stand what’s behind your eyes and what is in your heart…
Enjoying my first day of freedom!
All my exams are finally done, and I do not have to return to the hell-hole one calls public education until the 18th of June. xD Oh, the tantalising taste of freedom and all the words of my summer reading pile are sweet indeed. Happy summer-time everyone! x (RW)
captured by you
mywrds: your lips the curve so slight slightly reddened against pale skin your lips they part i feel the warmth become heat beneath my skin your lips they whisper words of hunger words of heat and night your lips i want them pressed against me arms around you tight
theremiss: I wake up on the moon, my last breath caught in my throat; bottled in smoldering lungs, holding on to the remaining pocket ...
The Bean Trees: Ode to Writers →
les—hiboux: To those who write because the sanity and sanctity of their souls require it. Because of the stroke their brains suffer from the hemorrhages of repressed thoughts. To those whose fingers tingle incomplete without the stain of ink seeping into their fingerprints and hands ever-searching
the ghostly touch
mywrds: o to touch you lips against lips hands holding hips finger tip tease sliding in deep o to be touched by you hands on my face lips taking tastes riding astride take me inside
under the white flag, surrender
mywrds: i watch you slip out of that pristine white so innocent even your pale skin looks dark with nothing below nowhere to hide curves and desire your eyes hot with dare with hunger your fingers taking hold of your own flesh twisting tenderness into flame
I can carry this and all that will come after. I can carry you.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
mywrds: warm lips pressed against your hip parting the swirl of hot breath on your skin fingers tracing lines of heat to the center of your desire
Reblog if you have an imaginary life inside your...
secretedsins: Emphasis is that or this is truer, meatier than the rest is. Here is truth that’s truer than true — I could use you. I could use you. I could use you.
Love is the key word to actualize great dreams and attain greater heights.– Jaachynma N.E. Agu, The Prince and the Pauper (via bookmania)
paintmesecure: It was this night, a night where your needs were met with the moon in your palms and your feelings in a song, that I held your skin in a sweet suffice. We rested on edges of obstacles that were miles away; we found what should have mattered in-between the paths of unexpected kisses and your moonlight hold. It was with every night you were more than what met these hands, and I...