The Cellar Door


Italy’s Mount Etna volcano erupting perfect smoke rings.
Blaze it.

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i want someone i can be all stupid and cute with but then like have passionate rough sex with ya feel

Some nights I close my eyes and imagine feeling your lips on mine, your whispered words slowly pushing my legs apart.

Michael Faudet  

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One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
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Wake skating the eighth wonder of the world.

too beautiful


wait what

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My favorite thing about you
is your lips. No, your hips.
No, the way you untangle
yourself from me in the
morning to ask, is there any
coffee? My favorite way to
bleed is by your teeth. My
favorite time to scream
is when I’m on top of you.
And when I leave,
my favorite place to go
is right back to you.

I Want To Sleep In Your Chest | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)
Have sex. Have dirty, raunchy sex. Have sex in the bed, on the counter, in the car, in the bathroom. Have it everywhere. Have passionate love making sex. Fuck. Go slow. Gaze into their eyes. Learn every curve and bump on their body. Learn what makes them quiver. Learn what makes them cum the hardest. Feel their body and fall back in love with them. Just have sex.
because it really is that good


wet dream: being financially secure with a career i enjoy

Toronto Rain by Ianception


Red Hook. Photo: Joe Buglewicz/NYC & Company

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