I own these shoes. You’ve always liked them, especially when I drape my legs over your arm or shoulder to unbuckle them.
-Visionaria

I own these shoes. You’ve always liked them, especially when I drape my legs over your arm or shoulder to unbuckle them.

-Visionaria

(via apostrophe9)

I can picture biting your arm right there on the sloping swell of muscle, over the pulsing blue veins, lost to the pleasure, thinking only your name like a litany, a mantra, a prayer.
-Visionaria

I can picture biting your arm right there on the sloping swell of muscle, over the pulsing blue veins, lost to the pleasure, thinking only your name like a litany, a mantra, a prayer.

-Visionaria

It’s cold here - well, not cold so much as autumn has set in. A blanket wraps me, keeping out the chill less well than your arms and smile would do. I’m eating fig-newtons (some organic variant) for breakfast and sipping tea. I can see your head shaking in negation of my food-choice and your eyes crinkling with indulgent amusement. “You’re not here and I’ll eat what I want.” My words puff into the air like smoke. I feel foolish for speaking them aloud in a teen’s defiant tone. Autumn, my favorite season, as yours is summer, and you’re not here.
-Visionaria
(Curve by alf_lin)

It’s cold here - well, not cold so much as autumn has set in. A blanket wraps me, keeping out the chill less well than your arms and smile would do. I’m eating fig-newtons (some organic variant) for breakfast and sipping tea. I can see your head shaking in negation of my food-choice and your eyes crinkling with indulgent amusement. “You’re not here and I’ll eat what I want.” My words puff into the air like smoke. I feel foolish for speaking them aloud in a teen’s defiant tone. Autumn, my favorite season, as yours is summer, and you’re not here.

-Visionaria

(Curve by alf_lin)

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