lana del rey / cinnamon girl
But I’m gon’ wait until you finish so I can talk some more About me and my things, my car, my living”
baby Bliss vibes <3<3
Carrie Lorig, from Reading as a Wildflower Activist (via lifeinpoetry)
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
Wow, haven’t posted on here in awhile, but I’ve had Dusty on the brain lately.
even though you don’t love me (x)
“Mine”, you say and butcher her delicate skin with your lips and teeth, scratch over rosy pink to leave dark red marks and stains in shapes of rose petals. You feel them burn like the first snow, pure and waiting for the scrape of your fingers to ruin her, your mouth raw as the cold winter moon.
“Yours”, she breathes, shudders when she feels your lips clawing and rasping at her neck and her shoulders to leave tattoos and souvenirs in shapes of rose petals that she treasures. You feel your blood and bones longing for her as red as Eve’s apple, a passion that lingers underneath, her body a temple as hot as the burning summer sun.
- Mine/Yours | r.m upcoming in Fragments
The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988) dir. Philip Kaufman