I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.

Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love” (via larmoyante)

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.

George Orwell, 1984 (via qoldlush)

(Source: sadexistences)