dreams of her
September 14, 2014
biographyofasensualwoman:

And there they were. Entangled in a romance that was far beyond bothof their imaginations.Wild and out of the ordinary,but romantic and lovely.And every where they touched, felt like hometo the both of them.
- Jennifer Marie

biographyofasensualwoman:

And there they were. 
Entangled in a romance 
that was far beyond both
of their imaginations.
Wild and out of the ordinary,
but romantic and lovely.
And every where they 
touched, felt like home
to the both of them.

- Jennifer Marie

(via sensual-sentiments)

September 12, 2014
Love is complex. Because of the obstacles, personas, masks, a relationship is an arduous creation. Human beings construct labyrinths.
September 10, 2014

Forget that first kiss, the first sex, the first tears of misunderstanding, the first fight. Forget the first amazing gift from them that says they thought long and hard about you and what you love. Here is physical proof they tried as best they could to get you something concrete, in the hand- there that shows some of the intensity of their feeling for you.

Forget it. Forget it all.

The first great real intimacy between two people begins when secrets are told. The time you stole the money from the candy drive when you were a boy scout. The time you slept with your brother in law after their marriage dissolved. The lie you told your boss that changed everything and burned every bridge you had at the time. The secret about your parents you thought you would never, ever tell anyone.
But suddenly you do—to your new partner. No matter what happens to you two after that, they know these things now. You can never take them back. They have the goods on you and you on them. At that point your life together shifts on its axis permanently. You have begun to let them into your soul and often we don’t even know ourselves what the result of *that* will be.

September 9, 2014
dadoranonimo:

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dadoranonimo:

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There is something about words.
In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts.
Inside you they work their magic.
September 6, 2014
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
June 24, 2014
When someone is broken, they don’t necessarily want someone to fix them. They just want to find someone who will make sure they don’t break anymore.
May 30, 2014
mikaelsplayground:

“I want to see the thirst inside the syllablesI want to touch the fire in the sound:I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.”   ― Pablo Neruda

mikaelsplayground:

“I want to see the thirst inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness of the cry.
I want words as rough as virgin rocks.”  
― Pablo Neruda

May 29, 2014
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
True love begins when nothing is looked for in return .