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I open your legs with my knee so I don’t have to stain my hands on your light. You are burning, luminescent, and I am afraid that if I touch you too deeply you will devour me as the moon devours the sky.
by Hungry Moon (via dreamfuzzin)
This…
(via aliciacrider)
(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via aliciacrider)

Most murdered out siblings. (at Palazzo Versace)

Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.
by James Joyce (via 33113)
(Source: kitty-en-classe, via soyxkiti)

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