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31DC2014 day 19: galaxies.

lourryshots:

LOSUIS WHAT THE FUCK

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THE CURVES HIS BACK AND FUCKING THIGHS HE IS UNREAL


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16/9

norrystoran:

harry isnt even whispering at niall he just fricking leaned in and fricking laughed in his ear

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and niall just fricking laughed back are they fkng serious

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glittercalum:

if you had to pick one word to describe yourself, what would it be?flamboyant.

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preciousmxlik:

WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS COME FROM 

preciousmxlik:

WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS COME FROM 

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olivegarden:

267 days later and still don’t know what story of my life is about

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lourryshots:

me: [is far up louis’ ass] [is warm and cozy] [is happy and hydrated]

Let yourself feel Weak.
Kiss her. When she prods her fingers inside you making you tremble and cry. Give.
Empty yourself for her.
Let her take everything that she can get. Feed her.
Let her suckle on your bosoms till she gets her fill.
And when she bites do not scold her. Do not chastise the mouth that hungers for your breasts. Give.
When she asks to hear your voice, to hear you sob, do not bite the inside of your cheek. Do not hide your face with a hand or the inside of your arm.
Moan, wail. Give.
When Strength finally comes. Swallow.
Do not let a single drop go to waste.
If you choke, if you gag, do not apologize.
Take.
Allow yourself to thirst, to hunger.
When he runs his fingers through your hair, clasp your hands behind your back so he cannot search them for motives.
Let the spit dribbling out of your mouth and your bloodshot eyes speak for you. Let your greedy mouth tell him that you are not here to give.
You’re here to receive.
When he starts gripping your hair, meet him halfway. Do not play coy. Take.
Look up at him. Do not avert your eyes.
Do not hide your face.

- Proper etiquette (via justasgoodaseachother)

I
i am unapologetic smiles and smeared lipsticks
on way too many wine glasses and married men’s collars

II
you are lace panties between teeth and suave lines
that cover up the trembling fingers that hold up that cigarette

III
our love was made for the cinemas
bound to be admired and replicated
we were made for the big screen
for the velvet seats, the flashing lights, the applause

III
i wish we were awkward bones trying to fit our limbs
as puzzle pieces from different pictures
i wish you’d slip out while fucking me against that headboard
and the old lady next door would knock against the thin walls
whispering that it’s too late for woodwork
we’d stare into each other’s eyes
sweaty and gross as fuck and we’d laugh
trying to get back to that angle that made both of us breathless
i wish you’d fumble as you try to get the condom on
and maybe once in a while you won’t be able to get it up
we’ll blame the cold and kiss till you’re rutting against my thigh

IV
i wish we both came to the audition unprepared
with shaking hands and sweaty palms as we try so hard
to get the right words out without a script to guide us

V
i wish our love was unrehearsed



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