the sublime and the lovely

Vixen (by TG Muse)

The knowledge that you like me is fine, its beyond more than I should dare for. What should I do with it? File it away because I know you can’t possibly ache for me the same way?

Does my face come to mind when you’re alone, if so than you’re never really alone are you? Not if I’m there in spirit. So, how do we get what we want?

A torrid affair that involves your mouth on my nipples and your hand in my pants more than legally allowed.  Make me giggle and growl. While I lick and suck the tenderest parts of you.

Something worthy of us, with lots of laughs and our subtle expressions of love.

Tell me what you want…

Tell me what you need…

Tell me what you allow..

ohmygodbeautifulbitches:

Aries

Submitted by hollow2point5

She Dreams (by DG Muse)

You know what I want?

I want to be perfect. Not an unobtainable definition of perfect. My own definition one that I wrote, unfortunately its under gone a rewrite as of late. I’m trying to be myself again.

I want the right shade of pink of hair. The ability to pull off stripes as I chose. The crazy cute jewelry I love. Most importantly I want to be able to freestyle rhyme.

I want a sweet flow that makes all the boys jealous. I really want break all their toys. I want to be happy. My head clear, my heart so full. I want my good mojo back.

I’m working for it.

I loose the plot so easily. Would you look at me? In my imperfection I offer my sweetness.  Indulge already. 

(Source: teasetsandpearls)

Just Would You? (by DG Muse)

I get dressed up. When I was little I wanted to be a Princess but, this was not I wanted to be. (Or maybe it was, I don’t really remember) I’m crying. The music outside isn’t helping, this room looks too orange.

I’m in a strange place. I want to go home. This is not my beautiful city, this is my beautiful daydream.

Andy Warhol said we’d have 15 minutes in which to be famous. What if I was asleep during mine or worst still on my knees in bathroom somewhere giving head

I don’t want to fake it until I make it. I want to finally have made it. To not feel like crying because I’m in the wrong costume. I want to live my own faerie tale.

dirtydisneydames:

 jayden cole as scary snow white

The Love (by DG Muse)

Looking for a way to go back. Back in time, to a time when I wasn’t even born yet. When people were fabulous and believed in love. The way you lived  was a form of  art and there was even beauty in soup.

I want to be go back and live in this just for one night.

These the people I wish I could’ve met. To have one night to ask them anything I want. To have taken this photo. My little toy camera holds all my secrets.

I have a few, if you look closely.

You’ll figure out where my love is, if you’re inclined to do that sort of thing.

I can be beauty in a brave new world.

lomographicsociety:

Yoko Ono, Andy Warhol, and John Lennon Touching Each Other’s Private Parts

All you need is love, and some non-malicious groping.

Space Girl (by TG Muse)

My heart is bruised, My lip is bitten through. I taste blood when I give kisses. I’m a dreamer and I dream about traveling now I want to go through the stars. Life on Earth is too heavy.

Maybe if I build a rocket ship. Perhaps then you’ll all see I was beautiful. I was brave and true. Every hope I have is still there, I try to give them away with my kisses.

I know its not working. You Earthlings make love too hard sometimes, if you love someone love them. If you love two people be with them, it’s not not hard. Space flight, thats hard.

So, if I get out amongst the  stars maybe I can leave you a map back to me. Rearrange them so you don’t forget me again. I love you, I hope you’ll  find me and hold my hand.

thekhooll:

O-38

By Franko_Wictor.

Few Things (by TG Muse)

In these uncertain times use my strange girl strength. Hold my hand it’ll fit perfectly. I checked when you weren’t looking. I won’t beg and plead it’s right here should you decide it’s what you need.

I can take on Mongolian hoards for you if you asked me too. Mister I’ve always been bulletproof no need to worry about this time, last time. On all time lines. Let me just be by your side, stop trying to reason why.

Love is never based on reason. Love isn’t based on perfection.
 Love is glitter in uncertain times, lifting us up to carry on another day.

keptgirl:

imagine me and you?

i do.

(Source: thepaintedbench)

Pixel Light (by TG Muse)

She wanted a man who made magic. He was magic, even he couldn’t see it. She did. He was her vibrant violet light she found him delightful even in the darkness that painted their lives.

This is how she saw him.

His words created sparks in heart. Sparks that made her into a verbose firefly. Sent her off into outer space. Tripping amongst the stars, and kissing sleeping dreamers.

He set her free like no one else could because he understood.

 Lees hier de interviews met alle DoorgeefLomografen tot nu toe: http://www.lomography.nl/homes/doorgeeflomo/articles (by sandergroen on Lomography)

Break my Heart (by TG Muse)

I miss the way I feel safe within your limits. How I know the rules, even the subtle unspoken ones. I miss the way you’d make me feel when I went walking.

My music up, pink hair blowing like I just don’t give a fuck.

I was a goddess made out the noise of traffic, bucket drummers, and that street preacher near 42nd.  Take me into the impossible to escape from Macy’s and kiss me near the lifts.

Find a cute hipster to kiss at Trash Bar because when I kiss them, I’m kissing you. They are all really just you. Together we press closer in the night trying to find meaning and home in the city.

Tell me you miss me too, tell me I mattered.

thestacyleigh:

I wish I shot this. NYC is my lover…

(Source: opcion)

Don’t You? (By TG Muse)

It’s lust, I am a bad girl, I shouldn’t do this. We both want this, hunger for it like two wolves. Let’s just fuck, like mad. I want you, pin me down and whisper naughty things in my ear.

Its true I want you. My desire to to do unspeakable things to you has been growing. To have you in a way I dare thought possible. Me, kneeling before you.

Mouth wet, lips open.

Taking you in because tonight you are mine. You may do with me as you wish I will be your plaything. This? I am taking what I want, and I want you.

ohmygodbeautifulbitches:

Rika

She Has a Dream (by TG Muse)

Laying alone she reads to herself. The words, she knows well. They keep her safe, she lets herself feel that. She feels him, like a angel watching over her.

You shouldn’t think of angels like this little girl. Maybe if she buries her legs under the covers. Her hand slides over her belly, she lets herself imagine him thinking of her.

What things would he like to see?

The ever growing wet patch on her pink pants? What’s underneath, the quivering thing of heart shaped need. She dreams of him quenching both their need just for once.

justastrumpet:

Pretty much exactly what I’m lying down to do. Night night lovelies.

(Source: babydollspank)

Bring Me To (by TG Muse)

I’m a beautiful mess. Often streaked in paint and ink. I say things only he understands.

My heart swells whenever I think about him. I strip slowly for him, before his eyes. Revealing my pale skin, with it’s imperfections. Old scars he can see, laid bare. I shake out my pink hair, pale and in need of a dye job.

Even in this, he finds me a goddess. His kisses heal the tears past, present, future. Tears he’d keep. My lips kiss along his neck I know my way. Kneeling before him, kissing his thighs like a good little worshiper. Looking up adoringly, my mouth eagerly waiting.

ohmygodbeautifulbitches:

Bettie Rampage

His Performer (by TG Muse)

I am on a mission to bring him peace again. To dream for him and my new and lovely friends. Balancing surreal and real is easy, when he says he loves me. I am his girl tumbling down.

The costumes he has made for me are too lovely. Truly, the stuff of dreams. Knowing I’m going to go out there, terrifies me.  Breathe deep and think lovely thoughts.

Be Lighter than sunshine.

The Hatter demands so much of me, pushes me to great lengths. He has seen what I can achieve in  the thoughts that rest in my head. He can see in my dreams, the other parts of my head.

I feel safe just knowing he’s standing there with me. He’s creating my dream worlds. I want to be the reason he creates more, writes more, makes us all feel the touch of his magic again.

stfumadison:

Las Vegas showgirl, Dale Strong - 1952

(Source: a-harlots-progress)

All Class (by TG Muse)

If you are careful you notice me. If you are blessed you notice a pattern. A theme that keeps repeating in my life is blessed are the broken. I want to be broken. Not in some terrible way, just broken enough. By an artist with skill. Erase my unclean lines, and redraw them. My curves, you’ve traced with your fingers.

Draw new lines in ink. I am whole, more final.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be a real girl. I think I want to be, but then I’m not sure. Being me is pretty fine. Reality sucks at the soul anyway.

Right now, I feel more real. As I put on my stockings. I wonder if once they are on can I go back?

Too late now, a line has been crossed. The breaking must happen.

Again, Please (by TG Muse)

I’m a bad girl, I say the wrong things. I write like a devoted monk on fire.I’m not sure which is worse. Believe in me, you’ll go far, I’m a bad girl with a heart of gold after all.

I need you in my life. I am too shy to actually tell you ever. I suspect you know if you think on it. If  you read the lines I write, clues in the language of the stars, which is now word of the fractal. (dance until you can’t, with either, time gets out of hand.)

This phrase is written on my back. The ink is usually invisible. Tonight I made it more noticeable. Do you see me?

 Write something new, something lovely. I promise to believe it. It will become a part of me. new language to define myself.

This is all I really wanted.

I keep a candle burning, in the hopes that you will find your way to me. Save me from the writing on my back.

justastrumpet:

I do! I hate it but I do

(Source: thdandeliongirl)

Lost Sunshine (by TG Muse)

Lost Alice, Lacie of the wolves always finding her own way. Trying to save or find her own pack to run with.  She was star crossed, until she was starstruck. Words made her swoon and blush.

He needed more. She wanted to hold him close and heal him. The lone wolf.

She could be given a costume and made to look fine. A pixel princess one night a fire dancer the next. Her task was just dance. Just look pretty.  She fell into this world, her job at the circus.

Luck. It was all luck.

The universe smiles on her, even when it’s kicking her. She can never figure out why.

Right now She’s thinking “I want to speak the language of the stars to you.”

(Source: s-u-i-c-i-d-a-l-r-e-v-e-n-g-e)