cascadiabound
MrTs barmaid
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I would love to go up to the one in Washington for the solstice!View attachment 2450737On the winter solstice, Stonehenge aligns with the setting sun, marking the shortest day of the year
I don’t know what the red straps on her legs are called… but I love it!View attachment 2451074
My current shenanigans according to my photo files.
Gaiters!I don’t know what the red straps on her legs are called… but I love it!
Incredible!View attachment 2440027
Ruin me.
The parts of me that have built walls against desire and love.
Wear down my edges until I am shapeless,
soft clay in your hands,
sculpted by your fingertips,
breath by breath, word by word.
Unravel me slowly, like thread pulled from a seam,
exposing all the frayed, fragile places within,
the ones I kept hidden, guarded,
until you came to dismantle my walls,
brick by brick, kiss by kiss.
Yes, tear me down,
until all that remains is this raw ache,
this hunger only you can soothe,
only you can deepen.
For this is how we were meant to be—
to love with reckless abandon,
to lose ourselves entirely. Then build with another, two souls intertwined, entangled,
each breath a promise, each touch a surrender.
Maybe this is what it means to love,
to stand before each other, vulnerable and bare,
saying, Yes, take me. Break me.
I want you to ruin me,
to come like a storm, wild and unyielding,
tearing down every guarded part of me,
until all that remains is raw and open,
ready for the a rising only you can bring.
Let’s be shattered by sensual souls showing what lay behind the barriers,
each touch a sweet destruction,
each kiss a deeper fall,
tangled in sheets and shadows,
where words lose their way,
and only breath and skin remain.
I want to be lost in you,
taken apart slowly, piece by piece,
until there’s no before, no after—
only this trembling now,
only this fevered moment
that stretches on and on.
For isn’t that what love is meant to do?
To strip us down,
to make us whole by making us undone,
until all we know, all we feel,
is this beautiful ruin.
So take me—ruin me.
Let desire dismantle us,
until we are left trembling,
lost, consumed,
a beautiful wreckage of love.
~ Larson Langston