331miles: chipped-red-nail-polish:You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws
331miles: chipped-red-nail-polish: You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. - Henry Rollins Oh, Henry. ❤️ -- source link