To allow yourself to bleed.
Completely let explode the things that swirl your brain and make your skin boil.
To have eyes needle into yours
and not think twice about looking away. To be pierced by a love unconditional and craddled by acceptance.
To press my neck against her fangs like razors, and as she feels my heart river her blood, making it rush by the enamel blades for her, them being kissed by the steam of the crimson streams, I will trust her to not drain me dry, just as she trusts me to do the same.
For my fangs I sink into her skin,
a bite that is only lethal if she ever pulls away.
“That’s the problem with putting others first..
You’ve taught them you come second.”
e.s. (via thatkindofwoman)
“Go to heaven for the climate and hell for the company.”
Mark Twain (via amortizing)
This was my chemistry professor.
“The worst distance between two people is misunderstanding.”
"I think it’s about time that we represent all women on the catwalk because that is a part of fashion. The way I see it, there’s no wrong way to be a woman."
– Denise Bidot, “It’s About Time We Represent All Women on the Catwalk”