I’ve also been infatuated with another person’s bedroom. These tiny pieces of the universe that hold all their own. It’s in an honor to be invited in to another’s bed. It’s an invitation into their peace.
It’s like you’re a character in this book that everyone around you is writing, and suddenly you have to say, ‘I’m sorry, but this role isn’t right for me’. And you have to start writing your own life and doing your own thing.
—David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories (via splitterherzen)
Her laugh rumbles against the purr of his tongue. And that sweet essence that drips, drops, between these sheets.. Your heart. My beat.
I’ve been fiending for a hit.