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“I want you under me. On your back.
I'm sorry. You deserve more respect than that. But I can't stop thinking of it. Your arms and leg's around me. Your mouth, open for my kisses. I need too much of you. A lifetime of nights spent between your thighs wouldn't be enough.
I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you've ever said to me.
If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.”
— Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas
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Thinking about rough, possessive, "I fucking own you" sex
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Miguel Hernández, from The Selected Poems of Miguel Hernandez "Elegy for Ramón Sijé,"
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You deserve a life that feels good for your nervous system. Do whatever it takes to get there.
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i love when i'm in the car at night and i look out the window and the moon is following me. it's so romantic. we've been doing this since i was a child
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sorry can't talk rn my mental illnesses are gangbanging me
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um. locked in my own head again. does anyone have The Password
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