His Adult Pics

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles

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Violentwavesofemotion: “Obsessed, Exhausted, Driven Out Of My Mind / By Tenderness And Desire.” — Alexander Pushkin, From The Bronze Horseman: Poems; “19Th Of October,”

Violentwavesofemotion: “Obsessed, Exhausted, Driven Out Of My Mind / By Tenderness

Finita-La-Commedia: –  Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), From “Poem Of The End”

Finita-La-Commedia: –  Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), From “Poem

Art-Is-Art-Is-Art: “Speak Not, Lie Hidden, And Conceal The Way You Dream, The Things You Feel. Deep In Your Spirit Let Them Rise Akin To Stars In Crystal Skies That Set Before The Night Is Blurred: Delight In Them And Speak No Word. How Can A Heart

Art-Is-Art-Is-Art: “Speak Not, Lie Hidden, And Conceal The Way You Dream, The

Gamblingwitch: Me, Having To Pretend In Front Of Other People That I Have Empathy

Gamblingwitch: Me, Having To Pretend In Front Of Other People That I Have Empathy

Finita&Amp;Ndash;La&Amp;Ndash;Commedia: – Emil M. Cioran, From “Encounters With Suicide” In “The New Gods” (1969)

Finita&Amp;Ndash;La&Amp;Ndash;Commedia: – Emil M. Cioran, From “Encounters

The Sorrow Of Things

The Sorrow Of Things

Bebemoon: “She Grew Into A Forest, She Could Not Be Found.” — Cynthia Dewi Oka, From “Siege: In Response To The Man Who Asked Me, “Where Is The Courage In Your Poetry?”,” Salvage (Via Lifeinpoetry)

Bebemoon: “She Grew Into A Forest, She Could Not Be Found.” — Cynthia Dewi

The Sorrow Of Things

The Sorrow Of Things

Every Corner Is Tripped. I Looked Everywhere, Nothing. Yet, The Illusion Of Better Existand That What Made Me Fall, Everytime

Every Corner Is Tripped. I Looked Everywhere, Nothing. Yet, The Illusion Of Better

Bitchfinder-General:

Bitchfinder-General:

Philosophybits: “What Do We Long For When We See Beauty? To Be Beautiful. We Think Much Happiness Must Be Connected With It. But That Is An Error.” — Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human

Philosophybits: “What Do We Long For When We See Beauty? To Be Beautiful. We Think

Clingnebula

Clingnebula

 

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