I Can’t Exist With Someone That Doesn’t Want To Exist With Me.

Well, I’m in the need pronto of being sealed into heaven. Do my own fingers count? Lol.

Girls that taste themselves off your fingers go to heaven.

Lotus, by Ohara Koson, ca. 1928-1930

Minus the cigarette.

Without words to occur during eye contact intimate bonding isn’t as important.

“Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.”

— Faraaz Kazi

My type is him. His style catches my eye. His body type is my is my favorite for it’s attached to his face. He’s sweet like blackberries covered in  thorns to protect him from the ones that treat him like a genie. He’s a special human to me.

My type is her. My favorite body type is whatever her body looks like that day. My favorite scent, whatever she got on.

If nothing changes, nothing changes.

— R. Arnold