Sesshōmaru's Giant Dog Transformation, Part II

Until death, all defeat is psychological.

— Jocko Willink

— Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" (via lunamonchtuna)

Unquenchable thirst

Insatiable hunger

And tell you how fast or slow to go, meanwhile throughout it I ask you to give me tastes. Is that so wrong?

pretty faces deserve to be grabbed and kissed consistently throughout the day

The curve of your lips is a forbidden fruit, impossibly tempting. My mind conjures a taste, a whisper of sweetness that sets my senses ablaze. I yearn to bridge the gap between desire and reality, to explore the promise etched on your smile.

My mood lately.