You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. (Source: dornez)
I can’t help but think of it most...time when I’m on escalators now. So many slow moving...
Fiona reminded me of this scene as we were going down the escalator at Holborn during rush hour. Strong desire to just...
badass. Right hurr.
Why you don’t fuck with her!!
leave me see :D :D :D :D