and when we touch, we’re not really touching
atoms and nerves; my skin on
your skin
it’s like coming home and
I think I’ve known you forever

by Solipsism;
Fairy tale about a girl whom I caught in a lake behind my house. She had skin cold as crystal which was growing over her body. I laid her in my bed and felt that, with the night rising, tide comes. by laura makabresku
Untitled by greg pths
dying on saturday by *Nishe
The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin.
This is the most important discussion you can ever have.