Call Me by Your Name
My chest, my beloved — your land, your home, your homeland.
i want you to read me like a book, turn each page delicately in your hunger to know me more and more. gonna melt your barriers with each word im whispering silently. i want to make you tremble as you enter my realm, deeper and deeper being fully intoxicating with my presence. to make you feel me under your skin with each word you’re reading, forgetting everything you’ve ever known for that moment, letting yourself be taken away into my mind, as a river claiming its prisoner. you can’t fight it now but god, you wouldn’t even dream of escaping now.
so now you belong to me. entirely. wholeheartedly.
This (@omaxy ) is a fake blog and steal content of people from here n there even erase their watermark n post on their own blog mainly stealing from @melancholiacs rn
Plz report them.
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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These are some of fake blogs and steal everything from my blog. Plz report them (they might be same person)
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Poésie pour facteur ...
Ashleigh Brilliant, 1983.
This is a fake blog and steal content of people from here n there even erase their watermark n post on their own blog mainly stealing from @melancholiacs rn
Plz report @omaxy
Photo originale par Steph-Photo
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