Maps (Acoustic Version) - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Wait, they don’t love you like I love you.

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Swimming pool bed spread by Snurk

Gustav Klimt, Lake Attersee

Roman garden painting, detail (first century CE, Casa del Bracciale d’Oro, Pompeii)

 Toby Tam

YOU’RE MY GOLDEN SUNSHINE by Simonné Pino on Flickr.

Cyclops Island

29,7x 42 cm, encre sur papier, Kevin Lucbert, 2013.

Atlas the Explorer by Simply Stardust on Flickr.

After Kissing120mm filmMarch 2014
I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.
- Connotativewords | jl | You and Me (via shinihs)

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