sjcavenaugh:“Some nights I lay awake in bed and dream of your sweet kiss. Other nights, I fall asleep and dream of making love to you as you softly whisper my name.”-sjc

sjcavenaugh:“Some nights I lay awake in bed and dream of your sweet kiss. Other nights, I fall asleep and dream of making love to you as you softly whisper my name.”-sjc

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Words-And-Coffee: “…A Lonely Evening Smelling Of Books,” — Pentti Saarikoski, Tr. By Herbert Lomas, From Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “What’s Going On Really,” (Via Violentwavesofemotion)

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Baby-Faced-Blonde:goodnight World&Amp;Hellip;

Arnold-Ziffel:night Calls&Amp;Hellip; Time To Dream&Amp;Hellip;

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She-Divines: “I Am Aware Of My Power, But My Power Is Feminine; It Demands A Match, Not A Victory.”— Anais Nin, From “A Journal Of Love,” Incest; The Unexpurgated Diary Of Anais Nin (1932–1934)

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