someone needs to do this for me.
(Source: serialstranger, via abysmalwaters)
Blameless, shameless. The more desperate the eroticism, the more hopelessly women show off their heavy breasts, opening their mouths and screaming out, the greater the attraction. In contrast, a promise of light awaits at the limits of the mystical outlook. I find this unbearable and soon returned to insolence and erotic vomit - which doesn’t respect anybody or anything. How sweet to enter filthy night and proudly wrap myself in it.
Posted on May 16, 2012 with 59 notes x reblog this
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.
Posted on May 14, 2012 with 1,346 notes x reblog this
