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beachbuddytom:

See, one of the many reasons I really like you is that you understand how much I want this.  No, need this.  Or at least, you used to.  Do you still?  Or has your blood cooled?  
If you shared my bed, I’d make damned sure to heat it up so you’d recall how delicious this is.
beachbuddytom:

Do you have the vaguest idea how many times I’ve thought of your mouth on me like this, your beautiful lips connected to my lower lips by a sticky string of juice you’ve drawn from me as you plunge your clever fingers in deep?  Only a million or so.

"I have always loved everything about you. Even what I didn’t understand. And I have always known that, at heart, I would have you no different. But most people don’t know how to love. Nothing is enough for them. They must have their dreams. It’s the only thing they do well. Dreaming. They dream up obligations. New ones every day. They long for undiscovered countries, fresh demands, another call. While some of us are left with the knowledge that love can never wait. A shared bed, a hand in yours, that’s the only thing that matters. The worst thing of all is fear. The fear of being alone."

- Albert Camus  (via ashtray-beers)

(Source: hellanne)




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