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“I Sing the Body Electric” by Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass, 1871

(Source: pre1923)

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“I believe my body does not belong to me
it’s an anonymous appendage
And in my head, there’s Paul
He could have reconciled me with my body
But he didn’t want to
Because, and that’s the point
because I didn’t love my body,
I was like a sitting duck
A victim.
All in all…
women are the expiatory sacrifices of men
I always masturbate with my legs crossed
Only very rarely I spread them
I can’t even make my body a present to myself
I rape myself.”

(Source: la--petite-mort)

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(Source: lafamigliaimmaginata)

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I think about all the ways ive loved you, since the first time I ever wanted to.

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Speak to me with the mind of your touch to many trailing fingers. Kiss me with the wrath of thirst your eyes undress their seize upon me. Taste me with your words, unravel in my lava, an endless supply.

I cry.

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Silken milky spread slivered sulk throughout my bed. Level headed empty, left wet, wallowed vibrance vastly driven blood spun higher touchless crimsons rushes red. Lays my body rested dead, cotton plushed pleasure heaven set miles to smoke lavished lust lips desentisized, crawling heavy opened hearted feathers wrap your tongue into my nevers…let me stare at you forever.

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(Source: seizes, via ugh)

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(Source: sheisglorious, via fuckthelifeforthepleasure)

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(Source: serialstranger)

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Let me kiss your thighs.
In your eyes, id love to die.

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Florence and the Machine - Seven Devils

Seven devils all around you Seven devils in my house See they were there when I woke up this morning I’ll be dead before the day is done.

(Source: aphilrambles)