Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairy tales. Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their f**king nightmares. -unknown 😇😈

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She is a mystery, her emotions are too, you can’t figure her out, no one can. She is not defined by meaningless words on ripped papers, I would love to write about her but I cannot define her by a sad poem, she is so much more. She dances with the devil like he is made of the threads of an angel. she glances at the sky like it’s a reflection of her soul, she finds pieces of herself in the moon and stars and she can’t help but raise her hand and move her fingers softly while murmuring to a sweet lullaby. She doesn’t hold on to the people she loves, scared that if she did she’ll break them under her fragile hold. She looks at herself like she is a scintilla, another pointless nothing, but she looks at people like they’re sunflowers with galaxies floating in their roots. she is a delicate snowflake but she isn’t measured by the temperature, she doesn’t melt when she is warm, she isn’t controlled by the weather, in fact the only thing that controls her is the unknown limit of mortality. She clutches her soul like its the only salvation she has of her existence. She isn’t scared of the darkness, the fire in her veins is enough to provide her light. She isn’t like most of us, she isn’t stuck, she is lost and she doesn’t want to be found. -Nada Toghoj 🎭•

🔞 “He spoke to her
In all the ways others didn’t
Not any erstwhile suitor
He spoke to her heart
Her hidden tucked away part
In that rhythm all her own
He did this every day in every way
Found questions that opened her up
Gave her gifts nobody got
Spirited conversations
Three hour coffee stops
Admiring her age beyond years
Indulgences that made her big heart stop
Soft hands on her cheek
An insistent one in her hair made her weak
He spoke through his passions
His corruptive ideas
He made her read 
Into Him and His favorite inky sheafs
He never excluded her always included her
They spoke the same language of desire
Inspiration that lasted in silences
Eyes fixed and savouring moments
Aching heartbeats synced 
Whetting voracious curious appetites
Grand ideas and small pet caresses
And she never felt like a passive bit of furniture
Not a wallflower but a wildflower
Not tamed but inflamed
Not belittled or f**king ashamed
Furthered and endeared
Wanted and wanting for years
When the shyness fell away
He said I see right through you
Hiding in plain sight
She shrugged and said I’ve always been here
Not just waiting to be discovered in someones bed
He swatted her on the butt
And she didn’t turn tail
Because she believed Him and adored Him
Kneeled for him and found her place
So belonged to Him and said softly with whim
May I please stroke your silly stupid face” ❤️
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It’s your flaws I want to taste.
Your crooked mouth.
The way you smell after being
out all day. Your knees, so eager
to bend
to whatever song is playing in
your head.
Your chest, as it rises and falls
and rises and falls
on the carpeted ground. Your tangled hair.
Your good morning,
every morning.
I don’t want to be able to run
my fingers through you easily.
It is no fun writing about
perfections. I want to talk about you.
Flawed. Crooked.
Endlessly
interesting.
You.

 đŸ”ž She whimpered oh so deliciously. It was quiet and desperately needy. Every little moan escaping her luscious lips rushed straight to my inner savage. It drove me insane. I thought I’d split her in two any second. I couldn’t help myself, I had to see if I could make her scream. And that was exactly what she had wanted all along. Her whimpers were a dare, a challenge to see how rough I could get. Her noises increased when the aches intensified. We pushed each other to breaking point. Just when I thought we couldn’t, we found another level. Both of us began to feel the strain on our bodies. My mouth was numb. Sweat poured down my face to the point where I could barely see from the stinging in my eyes. Marks appeared across her body, a trail of gripping fingers and stinging palms. We wouldn’t last much longer… When I eventually opened my eyes and rubbed the sweat from my face, and who knows what else was on it, I turned to look at her. She was a mess, covered in saliva, booze… At that very moment she looked like the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. That’s when I realized it. But that’s a story for another time… – Dirty Romantic 😈💋
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A Strong Woman Vs. A Woman Of Strength:A strong woman works out every day, 

Pride in her appearance she portrays, 

But a woman of strength kneels to pray, 

Her soul in shape, God leading the way. 

A strong woman claims she isn’t afraid of anything, Looking forward to challenges each day will bring, Women of strength show courage in the midst of fear, Declaring triumph through faith because God is near. Strong women won’t let anyone get the best of them, So skilled in defenses even if they have to pretend, Yet a woman of strength gives her best to everyone, And even on a cloud filled day still bright as the sun. A strong woman relies on the physical attributes making her tough, In her search for power and money she will never have enough, A woman of strength understands that it’s not about material stuff, Knowing that before becoming a diamond first she’ll be in the rough. -Luke Easter 💪🏼

Come into me. 
Let me remind you why human contact is an absolute necessity. Let me grab those hips of yours, and bring you in close enough to show you that you will never lose me. I want to bite your lips and fill your mouth with reasons why you’ll never want to belong to anyone else. I’ll let you trail your fingernails down my back as a map of the places you’ve taken me. You’ll fill my ears with the noises you make and remind me that the only thing I want to get high off of is your laugh. And when I whisper that I love you, it’ll never be out of secrecy, but rather out of the certainty that you literally leave me breathless. #Connotativewords ❤️

i. when you smile 
the world forgets to breathe
and all the air 
sets on fire.ii. what i mean to say is that
yesterday when you asked me how i was doing
it was the one nice thing that happened
all day, and i know
you’re just kind like that
but it made things a little bit okay.

iii. you are the heat of noon sun and the 
slice of cake and the laughter of an
erupting mountain. oceans turn still
when you meet them. you’re a ribbon
of bright red,
you burn so bright that even rocks melt 
beside you

iv. i want to burn my mouth on you.

v. what i mean to say is 
it’s okay if we’re going nowhere, 
as long as i’m going
with you.

#r.i.d 🌹

“You meet him again after a couple of months of not thinking about him, or trying not to, and his smile is like a neon sign cutting through the darkness, and his eyes hold so many secrets you once longed to unravel. But you remember how you got tangled up in his threads, and how you struggled to break free for years. Seeing him stirs up memories, flashes of candlelight and throwing popcorn at each other, splinters of sharing a tub of ice cream and kissing in the rain. But it’s not real. Not the way he watches you from across the room and not the way he strides up to you and asks you how you’ve been. You blush and you smile and you wonder why you ever cut the ties in the first place, but you stop listening to him for a second and think ahead, imagine how everything would play out if you let him in again. A week after this night, he still wouldn’t have called you. You’d twist and thrash but there’d be no way for you to shake off his grip. So you smile a little bigger and tell him you’re doing fine, you swallow hard to get rid of that parched feeling in your mouth and the ash that’s lodged in your throat and let him go.”-You let him go because sometimes it’s better to shut a door again, even though someone came back to push it open. 🍷