Like floating on the air.
(via femmefatale-love)
Please.
Make me feel it. Force it into my skin, into my mind, into my soul.
Because right now all I can feel are the remnants of what was. A vague whisper in my ear, the words not exactly clear. The almost imperceptible warmth of remembered breath against my neck. The weight of you, no longer sinfully smothering, but instead a taunting memory.
I need more. I need to be pushed. I need to be taken. I need to be loved. I need to drown in it, in us, so I can breathe again.
“Do as you’re told.”
(via extraneousredux)
Baby likes to be tied up.
(via princesshoneycunt)
All tied up and no place to go.
(via elf-curated)
Blindfolded in the air.
(via elf-curated)
The Hanged Woman
(via girlonaleash)