February 2010
January 2010
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Natii, que color usted se pinta sus uñas?:]
Ahora mismo estan amarillas~ : 3
Peeroooo, I like painting them in different colors~ (red, pink, black… etc.)
Ask me anything
max.
ninasemen:
“are you married, poptart?” he asked.
“i’m only 18.” i answered.
“mmm, marry me?” he moaned, grabbing my thighs, causing me to stumble towards him, catching myself on his shoulders. he planted wet kisses along my abdomen, along the hem of my bikini bottoms. i laughed, and ran my fingers through his thick, white hair.
“i’m a bit young for you, don’t you think?” i whispered, picking...
january 29, 2010
spindrift:
you walked your little footprints, across my heart. and i’ve let you stay, i never want you to part.
ninasemen:
i’m a screamer.
i don’t mean during sex, although that too, but from pain. my tolerance is high; i’m the girl the falls asleep during tattoos, laughs in the face of needles and tapering. but if it hurts, it hurts, and i scream. i moan, i gasp, i stutter, i curse. i sound like i’m enjoying it, i’m not sure why. those instinctual noises that escape me sound more like ecstasy.
i cut a...
ninasemen:
“it’s not in me to love you, unless you’re in me, loving me.”
ninasemen:
i’m perfect.
but you can’t tell. you’re too busy looking at her. she’s not perfect. underneath her long hair and supple skin, past the curves of her hips, the length of her legs. there’s a monster, lying in wait. she’s going to eat you alive.
i wouldn’t. i’m perfect. in here.
but you won’t find out, not yet. you’ll let her devour you. regurgitate you. i’ll be here to help you...
ninasemen:
it’s been too long. i miss your whining. your disdain for life but unwillingness to end it all. i’m almost sorry i took care of that for you. almost.
me, in the parlor, with poison in the absinthe.
ninasemen:
i miss being inside of you. your body. it’s so warm, wet, soft. i could live there. slice you open like a tauntaun, climb inside and never leave. would you let me be your Hans solo?
i’d never do that. i could never hurt you. i must find another way to experience you. completely, consistently.
“i’ve realized, i do not bite your chin enough. as in love with it as i am, you’d...”
– it’s no wonder my lover finds me to be quite odd. (via ninasemen)
<3 not odd at all.
“i’m empty. i am empty. i’m empty. there is nothing. nothing but nothingness. i...”
– (via ninasemen)
<3 sighs.
