Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. // Photography // 18
Two Hands.
Two hands slowly caressing my body.
So soft, so caring.
Your fingertips slowly sliding down my back, to my thighs.
So sweet, so beautiful.
One gentle touch feels like fire on my skin.
So warm, so hot.
Two hands holding me.
So loving, so strong.
Two beautiful hands that gently hold my heart together.
So secure, so much love.
“Sometimes you have to wander around until you find where you really belong. And sometimes it’s right where you started.”
— Rachel Gibson, True Confessions (via simply-quotes)
“The worst part of being young. So many of your decisions aren’t yours; they’re made by other people. Sometimes they’re made badly by other people. Sometimes they’re made by other people who have no idea what the consequences of those decisions might be.”
— Patrick Ness
