thumbs.pro : commitedforlife: tequila-and-ice: “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.” Pablo Neruda, 100 Love

published on: 2016-11-11 19:04:03

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Quid est irrumabo

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