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C O I T O P H O B I A SEXC O I T O P H O B I A by ~tsurusaki
If you don’t like it then don’t. Just don’t. There’s nothing beautiful about it, nothing pure. The beating of flesh on flesh, the slick of oil and sweat. The incoherent, unintelligent sounds spewing out of unguarded lips. The thrum of fear that spikes me. If you don’t like it then just don’t.
What is sex to me? But the fear of allowing another person to see my skin, and to be at the mercy of their prejudices. Don’t look at me. Don’t. Just don’t touch me. I DON’T WANT IT.
But maybe I’m denying something. Maybe this is the basis of my desires? Please don’t. I don’t w
Unintended I – come swiftly Betrayal, for Jealousy beckonsUnintended by ~tsurusaki
“Once upon a night, as these dark tales would begin, there was a wife newly wedded who dwelled on darker thoughts. Fortune favoured the laird of Falkirk’s new wife yet though she was pretty, and though she was young, she worried that her husband would stray from their bed. So blinded was she by this thinking that in the night, as the laird lay a-slumbering, she put him in chains and she bade him sweet dreams – stoked the fires and wrapped him up warm – then oft as she was, peacefully retired to her own chambers; unaware that her stifling act had asphyxiated him in his
Silk Desert This was her desert silk; an unending carpet of gold sand under her leather soles, grooves etched into her earth by the winds like veins running through the river bed and she would kneel down to grasp a handful of life, watching the grains of time slip out between her fingers. This was her home; where air was her water and the sun, her maker.Silk Desert by ~tsurusaki
‘And to my maker shall I return.’
Heat made the world flicker around her. Heat made her knees buckle and the edges of her vision blur with unconsciousness; unbearable, scorching licks dragged over the tips of her unprotected hands. It made her skin sweat under the heavy cloth she wore; ba
By The Street Lamp Lights Goodnight pleasantriesBy The Street Lamp Lights by ~Tooncouplefanatic
I wished their evenings happy
With a rare, fond hug
You'd seen me before
Scampering through, I had dashed
And weaved my arms so
I was elated
Even fools can't bring me down!
Or they couldn't-- then
Again, I send love
But if I only knew how
Maybe I'd not cried
I released my doubts
Into the sweet nighttime air
But you still listened
I feel deeply, I--
I just can't bare to show it
Not romance, but love
The difference is clear
But I cannot show either
Although I know which
You nodded, I know
Though I barely let you speak
You didn't mind much
I finally told
Of the dying scar tissue
Of
The Portrait by ~jisukI am strong I’m sitting in the café close to our old house. I sip my third cup of tea and place it next to my new cell phone; I've been there for an hour so I could work up my nerves to actually see him. It's been three years. Rain is pouring outside of the large windows, washing down on them and blocking anything other than motion and random colours. I live by myself now. In a flat on the other side of the city. Alice is a few tables away, hiding behind a large news paper and double espresso. I glance up when the door opens. It’s Dillon.I am strong by ~Earl-of-Grey
Technicolour I am sixteen and twenty days. The sky is bleak and the sweet December wind that comes in through the half open window carries snowflakes and a wonderful scent of burning wood to cover that of acrylic and oil paint. Father’s funeral had been nearly a year prior yet my mother still cannot come to terms with it. It is Wednesday and I have not yet gone to school this week. My sock clad feet were cold; the cement did not take retain heat and the small heater in the corner is no match against the sweet December chill. My not-quite-canvas clothing is warm and rough against my skin.Technicolour by ~Earl-of-Grey
A radio is playing: a fast, bright electronic beat of throbb
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Ignorance is like walking on glass, and hoping that you don’t cut your feet as you pass.
Go with it, grow with it, live and let live.
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Stay in drugs dont do school ;D
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Ignorance is like walking on glass, and hoping that you don’t cut your feet as you pass.
Go with it, grow with it, live and let live.
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Ignorance is like walking on glass, and hoping that you don’t cut your feet as you pass.
Go with it, grow with it, live and let live.
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"Dulce et decorum est pro somniis mori"
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