from Rickenbacker by Richard R. Smith
Old Milwaukee by Nuclear_Art
Via Flickr:
“Streets of Old Milwaukee” Looking east on Wisconsin Ave. at Plankinton sometime in the late 1940’s or early 1950’s.
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I can’t help but feel possessive over you. You’re mine. Mine to hold, mine to kiss, to take care of, to love, to fuck. And I don’t want anyone touching what’s mine. You belong to me.
*smooches ur forehead* mine <3
*grabs u by the throat, shoves u up against the wall* mine. mine. mine
I want to take you. I want everything that you are to be mine. The softness of your skin, the rhythm of your breathing, that look in your eyes when you’re on the edge: mine.
You’re mine only…/Indian love poems
You’re mine
only when you take off all your clothes
for me
when you’re dressed
you belong to the world
I´m going to shred this wolrld
into pieces
one day.
Eres mía
sólo cuando te despojas de tus ropajes
para mí
Vestida
le perteneces al mundo
Uno de estos días
haré añicos
a ese mundo.
(Ismail, 1928)
Indian love poems
To all my female followers, don’t let yourself be small today. Look him in the eye. Talk back. Walk confidently. Be unapologetic. Speak your mind. You’re all goddesses.