I'm Aranza🌻. 21. Spoken For💍 Inducted into the Mommyhood on December 3rd 2013🍼Cali Girl. Tattooed. Pierced. && definitely more of a sinner than a saint. "Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?"


“Her skin was so delicate that the least touch left a pink spot on it, slow to fade.”

- Vladimir Nabokov

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Augustus Waters’ First and Last Appearances

NOT FUCKING OKAY. I just can’t.

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I hope you know that no one will love you like I did. That’s not bitter, or resentful, it’s just the truth. I hope she kisses your freckles. I hope she looks after you in the dark. Nurtures and adores the angry and the fight of you. I hope she marvels at the ugly beauty of your nose. That she touches your skin with all the wonder of a child seeing their first firework show. That she’s good to you . Doesn’t get too angry when you don’t talk to her for a few days. Waits patiently for you to come back and love her again. Faithful, just like you need.

But know, it won’t be the same. It won’t even come close to the thunderstorms that were moving beneath my skin from what I felt for you. I would have loved you. I would have kept stoking that fire until I was shaking and smouldering with it. Until every word I hiccuped began to sound like ‘come closer.’ I would have loved you till there was nothing left. Until we were both empty and full from the storm of it. That doesn’t happen often, not everyone can wring themselves out so completely and still be spilling over. So I hope she loves you, I really do. But I also hope that you know it’s not the same. I hope you realise what you lost and somewhen, 40 years from now, that realisation shakes you to the bone.

Azra.T “Wait, they don’t love you like I do.”  (via memereve)

how am I supposed to get to sleep
without you
without you
without fucking you

"Stereotypes of a Blue Collar Male" - Shakey Graves (x)

You cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.

Clive Barker, The Damnation Game  (via memereve)

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