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i-want-spankings: youreyesblazeout: ~Pic Peregrine, Blood Need I love this!!!
youreyesblazeout:like, maybe your blood has tides and you can just feel that giant moving out there right down through the core your body day after day after day
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unfitninjuh: carlitos-guey: derrieresandcankles: youreyesblazeout: kittygory: worldcircus: Kind of gives you chills . Good Lord, how delicious! I wanna do that! The next time I’m in a cathedral, I’m doing it. As she stood inside an ancient
carlitos-guey: derrieresandcankles: youreyesblazeout: kittygory: worldcircus: Kind of gives you chills . Good Lord, how delicious! I wanna do that! The next time I’m in a cathedral, I’m doing it. As she stood inside an ancient and empty church
youreyesblazeout: pedalfar: Through the clouds (via ACID FOOL) There are equations for defining complex curves. Don’t let anyone reduce you to lines and planes. Don’t think of yourself as easy to describe. You are a lovely space, you deserve
youreyesblazeout: Some days I wake up not knowing how to love you. I stare out the windows, I look into the distance… not trying to find you, but rather, turning the sky over and over in my hands like a worry stone… or like I’m fondling, holding
youreyesblazeout: His kisses are like beads he’s threading on a string, one end inside of me, the other in his mouth… he slips them down the line. I can feel them sliding, the beads, his kisses, one by one from his lips, one by one onto my
youreyesblazeout: “That is what I am, pursuit of the wind.” — Marguerite Duras, from No More (Seven Stories Press, 1998)
youreyesblazeout: babblzoom:Babblzoom.Tumblr.Com I think maybe that hand over her mouth isn’t hers… I think maybe, I want it to be mine…
youreyesblazeout: She moved on me like Ursa Major moves on the night sky. And I remember Indians imagined the tail as three hunters. - peregrine
spoopywitchboy: carlitos-guey: derrieresandcankles: youreyesblazeout: kittygory: worldcircus: Kind of gives you chills . Good Lord, how delicious! I wanna do that! The next time I’m in a cathedral, I’m doing it. As she stood inside an ancient
youreyesblazeout: There are equations for defining complex curves. Don’t let anyone reduce you to lines and planes. Don’t think of yourself as easy to describe. You are a lovely space, you deserve a lovely math. - Peregrine
derrieresandcankles: youreyesblazeout: kittygory: worldcircus: Kind of gives you chills . Good Lord, how delicious! I wanna do that! The next time I’m in a cathedral, I’m doing it. As she stood inside an ancient and empty church in Montefrío,
youreyesblazeout: chimera-silente: Scrivi tu la storia - tutto quello che vorrai - tra le mie righe, con il tuo territorio steso tanto avanti sul mio. Scrivi la storia nella mia memoria… ma non scrivere mai la fine. Write your story. Write whatever
youreyesblazeout: Little Red Riding Hood, by Gustave Dore’ (French, 1832 - 1883)
youreyesblazeout: After violent storms, it’s one of those moons tonight. ~ Pic Peregrine, “One of Those Moons”
youreyesblazeout: banu-kiziltan: Sen, benimsin. Seni bildiğim için varım. Midem hayattan ne kadar bulanıyorsa, sana o kadar aşığım. Hakan Günday You’re mine. I was made to know you. My life is turned upside down,I love you so much.
Your Eyes Blaze Out
youreyesblazeout: there’s nothing accidental, there’s nothing random, there’s nothing remotely hurried in the way you love me… and yet it always catches me off guard.
youreyesblazeout: I told you, I did, you wear that bird-skirt, baby, and we’re gonna dance.
youreyesblazeout: So come and tell me, come and tell me again tonight, how you want to be damaged by love, how you want me to find new ways to set you free.
youreyesblazeout: It happened slowly, and all at once… when his eyes looked up into hers and his tongue lay almost still, lay warm and lay wet like summer’s last drop of rain had found a crease in her in which to slowly roll… She was September.
youreyesblazeout: Sometimes, all it takes to make the world right again is intimacy… even the calm intimacy of an unmoving touch. - Peregrine
youreyesblazeout: Carson of Venus, Frank Franzetta
youreyesblazeout: Catherine Eaton Skinner, Bird Screen
youreyesblazeout: I imagine you in a million ways doing a million things…
youreyesblazeout: Winter Solstice at Stonehenge…
youreyesblazeout: The surface of your skin beneath my hand is hidden from the world and revealed to me at the same time. Silence is another hand, covering you, revealing you to yourself.
youreyesblazeout: It’s a Cheshire moon, a time for distant lovers to come together; a time to empty their banks and spend their unspent kisses, and loose their flesh of touches. A time to make room in each other’s body for another month of want.
youreyesblazeout: Every inch of her has come to me through time. Who she has been, all she has felt, she brings to me like a gift on the surface of her skin. I kiss her with my hands and with my mouth and I call them forward from the past one
youreyesblazeout: I come with stories and a high wet need for you to read them off my skin
youreyesblazeout: “I think of you, too” a page out of the book “El Tunel/The Tunnel” by Ernesto Sabato… turned into art. Y tú corazon. Pillaged
youreyesblazeout: I thought of Autumn and of you in the same breath…
youreyesblazeout: Marine biologists don’t know for sure how long great white sharks live…
youreyesblazeout: I watch you get ready to go, and it makes me want to touch the wet paint of you—to not release you to the wild without some smear, some slight smudge, in your makeup or on your clothes. Something,something to connect you to
youreyesblazeout: Sometimes, loving you is my compass, my north star… like hands in my hair… urging my face against you until my every breath is you. - Peregrine
youreyesblazeout: I want one.
youreyesblazeout: “I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean…” — Anne Sexton, “Eighteen Days Without You”, The Complete Poems (via thelovejournals)
youreyesblazeout: when you are away in ways too many to count I become hungry
youreyesblazeout: Kissing My Chest, Photo by Alessandro Digiovanni
youreyesblazeout: Your arms were so far around me, your face so close to mine… your breath, your lips, everything you said… was heat in a box. I wondered what would be left when you were done with me, and now I know. Now I know… it is my
youreyesblazeout: On Monday, at work, I want there to be messages from you on my skin that I can’t help but read and be reminded. Do you
youreyesblazeout: When I face away, when I lie down naked, facing away, when I can’t see you behind me… but know you’re there, looking at me, waiting… waiting… It’s then I realize silence is a place on my body, another place on my
youreyesblazeout: ~Pic Peregrine, burn
youreyesblazeout: Afterward, I want you harder, and different ways, and until you’re empty… and even then, I want you, I need you in a harsh way to find the screaming in me and crush it if you can, crush it with your hands and swallow it, so I can
youreyesblazeout: Some days, I swear, I just want to lay you down like a summer lake, strip my life off over my head and go skinnydipping. - Peregrine
youreyesblazeout: Afterward, I will show myself the evidence of how you loved me and bring witnesses to stand: my red wrists, your kisses’ bruises, my lips, each of them, compromised by joy. - Peregrine
youreyesblazeout: I heard someone say Pluto and its moon, Charon, somehow escaped from the wells of Neptune. I heard someone say they ran off to be together and that now, far off, they are dancing in the dark. I heard someone say they are never going
youreyesblazeout:I want you to know, I woke in the night asking for you and I heard your voice.
youreyesblazeout: Afterward, opened, we showed each other our rings and ran our fingers over the lean years spent alone and the scars where we’d been burned.
youreyesblazeout: ~ Pic Peregrine, Friday the 13th 2014 Full Moon
youreyesblazeout: Gustave Vigeland, Kneeling Man Embracing Standing Woman
youreyesblazeout: remotelyremoved: ~~rr💋 Cover me slowly, remember as long as you can I fought winter like hell with every color I had until my last leaf fell.
youreyesblazeout: franflow: The wind falls away. In the stillness, you reach out and find me and pull me down like a sheet on a hot night. —peregrine
youreyesblazeout: joycezenobi: Trago no olhar visões extraordinárias De coisas que abracei de olhos vendados. #EspiritoPisicodélico. Bring them all on, those extraordinary things I see and come to love when I’m blindfolded.
youreyesblazeout: If you want me to, I’ll be a part of your heart… a right-side chamber at the end of your travels, always ready to hold you at your darkest blue and release you red into the wild of your life. - Peregrine
