And they rock, and they rock, through the sensual ageless ages on the depths of the seven seas, and through the salt they reel with drunken delight, and in the tropics tremble they with love, and roll with strong desire, like gods.
D.H. Lawrence (via thechocolatebrigade)
1 year ago
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To the window, to the wall, til the sweat drip down my balls. Til all these bitches crawl.
Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)
1 year ago
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