Delicate Hands/Savage Heart
May 2010
“Your pretty little face
Your pretty little eyes
Your tiny little waist
Your precious little smile
Pretty little hips
Your juicy little thighs
Your pretty little tits
Your pretty little eyes
Your pretty little face
Your tiny little waist…” —
Your pretty little eyes
Your tiny little waist
Your precious little smile
Pretty little hips
Your juicy little thighs
Your pretty little tits
Your pretty little eyes
Your pretty little face
Your tiny little waist…” —
“Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask? Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked? Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this? Or are you not terrified by it? I have seen men in real life who so long deceived others that at last their true nature could not reveal itself; In every man there is something which to a certain degree prevents him from becoming perfectly transparent to himself; and this may be the case in so high a degree, he may be so inexplicably woven into relationships of life which extend far beyond himself that he almost cannot reveal himself. But he who cannot reveal himself cannot love, and he who cannot love is the most unhappy man of all.”
—Soren Kierkegaard (via zacmilam) (via desireandanarchy) (via desirenoir)
“Whenever he fucked her, angels in heaven got wet.”
—(via desirenoir)
