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Having a god complex while simultaneously being self depreciating asf

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My aesthetic: cutting my breakfast into bite sized pieces so i can read with minimal distractions

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hot girl shit? yeah me and the girls are on our way to disregard the literary establishment and write hedonistic, scandalous poems.

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More characters with sexy scars but not like 'brooding tragic backstory', more like 'im the dumbass God couldn't stop'

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Adonis, ‘The Passage’, from The Blood of Adonis: Transpositions of Selected Poems

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“And on our lips the blood of berries before we kiss,”

— Denise Levertov, from Candles in Babylon: Poems; “To Eros,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“I find the mystery of passion the most beautiful thing in the world.”

— Gustave Flaubert, from a notebook entry, 1840

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“A little devil in her angel eyes.”

— Hasher Iwm

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“—Your sweetness intimidates.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Edward Tuckerman wr. c. January 1880

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“She was like some swan princess who enchants one’s imagination in childhood, unashamedly romantic.”

— “The Princess With the Golden Hair” from Memoirs of Hecate County, Edmund Wilson (via pinkballerinas)

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Carl Sandburg, from The Selected Poems of Carl Sandburg; “Clark street bridge”

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natural.

haurchefant x serafina. post-coital loving. light nsfw.

she allowed her tongue to swirl around the length of his finger, licking land looking lasciviously, the apples of her cheeks rounded in a smile. she thought of it like something she had done many times before, like savoring a sweet, relishing a reward--and her efforts proved fruitful.

“you’re captivating,” he breathes the word with a tremor from the feeling of euphoria that had yet to completely subside. haurchefant has befriended, bedded many an adventurer, only to see them slip from his fingers in a matter of days, flames burning bright as a passing passion. he had been privy to all levels of expertise and reveled in the everything that they were, in the then and there that they existed. everyone he had encountered was exceptional in their own way, and yet serafina had proved herself different, because she had a blend. a blend of tender touches and nails dragged on skin, sweet kisses and teeth at his collarbone. a blend of innocent firsts and ingrained desire. and he would be forever gleeful that he took notice of it since their introduction, the light in her eyes that hid a larger, stronger fire, one that he sought to be seared in. 

when he retreats his finger from her lips, her mouth keeps open in an airy giggle, gaze ever fixated on him and him only. it’s the gaze he’s wanted all along--completely at a loss for everyone and everything going on in the world, free of cares and free of troubles, mesmerized and fixated on him and him alone. 

and by the fury did she wear it well--

“as are you.” her lips finally close in a syrupy smile, cheek against the pillow, dusk-rose tresses tickling his chin. there isn’t a thing she does that doesn’t make him smile, from the way her ears twitched when alert to the way she chewed on her lip when lost in thought. 

“always willing to return the favor.” he chuckles, the back of his fingertips brushing against the back of her ears, earning him a slight shiver. she lay caged in his arms, the sheen of shared sweat still present on the expanse of toned skin.