retrogasm:

Buster Keaton

retrogasm:

Buster Keaton

Wire

And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door/She cried to me, “Hey, why not ask for more?”

Bird On The Wire, Leonard Cohen

If I take him, is he takable? Like pies & gossip, I want to take him in & be satisfied, but I know it’s all potential & nothing done.

Written by forbiddenfruit based off the word take  (via drabbleme)

Not nothing done. All potential.

If you were to create an ad campaign for toast, what would the tag line be?

Toast, the other white meat.

Can I ask you a question?

Ask me anything.

Victor Hugo would write naked and tell his valet to hide his clothes so that he’d be unable to go outside when he was supposed to be writing.

What we can learn from procrastination : The New Yorker (via Instapaper)

I volunteer to hide your clothes.

Despertar, pensar, creer, imaginar, sentir, volar, tomar, tener, conquistar, escuchar, crear, seguir, intuir, aprender, dejar, leer, tocar, abandonar, mirar, esperar, viajar, usar, observar, comer, inspirar, idealizar, dormir, ser, cuidar, mejorar, esperar, temer, añorar, morir, luchar, pretender, conversar, prometer, mentir, necesitar, sentir, vivir. ♥
(via brokenblossom)
frutaprohibida:

Sometimes what you can’t see is more arousing than what you can. Would this picture make me feel less if I could see his face buried between her thighs? How much of my longing relies on mystery?

wordybastard:

I find the opposite to be true. The more of yourself that you reveal, the more infatuated I become. The deeper I dig, the messier things get, the more I want to roll around in everything you are. I think it’s time to embrace the tangible.

frutaprohibida:

Sometimes what you can’t see is more arousing than what you can. Would this picture make me feel less if I could see his face buried between her thighs? How much of my longing relies on mystery?

wordybastard:

I find the opposite to be true. The more of yourself that you reveal, the more infatuated I become. The deeper I dig, the messier things get, the more I want to roll around in everything you are. I think it’s time to embrace the tangible.

Jellyfish.
I want to hold you in my arms among the pulsing crush of people. As more colors are splashed on our bodies - the crowd so thick and deep, so happy and joyous - they become an outward echo of my soul.
This is not the me, me, me of my every waking hour – it is how I disappear into you and how we evaporate into the world.
Yes I want to be transparent with you; yes I want to be gloriously invisible.

Jellyfish.

I want to hold you in my arms among the pulsing crush of people. As more colors are splashed on our bodies - the crowd so thick and deep, so happy and joyous - they become an outward echo of my soul.

This is not the me, me, me of my every waking hour – it is how I disappear into you and how we evaporate into the world.

Yes I want to be transparent with you; yes I want to be gloriously invisible.

I want to play tic-tac-toe on your thigh.

I want to play tic-tac-toe on your thigh.