
“My love for him is wide. My soul reached out and chose him. It holds on even when I want to be free. When we come together, it is all the things I’m told are dangerous to seek. It’s perfect. Every moment is a dream. It transcends who we are, the other lovers we might know. It’s all things made possible. It’s utterly distracting. When we make love, it feels as if he is trying to disappear inside me, as if he wants to climb inside and make me his home…
I keep him near me in this parallel reality because to banish him altogether would be for me a virtual death. Loving him, I’ve learned my passion is a boundless place, impossible to map or contain.”
words by dream hampton
I think my meds are starting to work. I am ravenously aroused for the first time in as long as I can remember and it’s making me lightheaded in the most overwhelming way. I’m squirming in my seat. I’ve bitten my bottom lip so many times it’s swollen. sanguine.
this ache…it’s fun.
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I'm sarah huny. I'm an artist and designer in NYC and I've a fondness for fashion, women and gangsterly shit. That is basically what I've curated here; an aesthetic (and sometimes aural) representation of what inspires and arouses me.
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