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dust motes.
23 August 2013 @ 12:32 pm
Red wine by the fireside.
dust motes.
29 July 2015 @ 12:03 pm
Rip my flesh into pieces, leave them scattered on the floor.
Light it up. Desire. Devour. Push.
Let me lay bruised and wanting. Heat; a breeze.
Intro by XX.


Doesn't it make you question?

How will we feel?

You can't regret.

This cannot be the end.

I have let her out of the cage.
She is ravenous. For more.
More more more.
dust motes.
03 October 2013 @ 02:51 pm
I listen to Do I Wanna Know? on repeat, loud, the sensuous sounds screaming through my headphones. I daydream about situations that could be. I fantasize just before sleep, and they turn into dreams. Dark, swirling, flesh on flesh, torturous. I wake up in a sweat, unsatisfied, angry - hungry for them to be real. I am emotionally scratching at the walls, frantic, tearing my hair out, chewing my lips, twitching my leg. This energy is pulsating through every vein, scalding hot. I am alive, I am alive.
Lord Henry- 'you have planted the seed,' But I am not patient. It's too late. I want it. Now.