I want to kiss you good morning between your legs and taste your dreams of us Vitor Hugo Mota  (via permeate)

(via gay-masturbation)

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I’ve acquired a new habit
of clenching my bed sheet
in hopes it’s someone’s shirt.
Too often do I try to imagine
another beings heart beat
other than the broken, rusty gears
of mine.
It’s almost like my soul
is starving for the chimes of
someone new to breathe in
their life. not even late night thoughts (via faqoloqy)
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r2—d2:

hug you (づ◕‿◕)づ

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