What inspires me
Los Angeles / 2016
"You’re gonna touch her
And I’m gonna feel fucking sick
Cause you’ll be tasting her mouth
And I’ll be tasting the blood from my lip
I’m gonna try not to scream
and not picture your hands on her
but you’re gonna fucking touch her
and it’s going to feel right
So you won’t be thinking of me
you’ll be thinking about the way
her shoulders taste
The way her hips tremble
And I won’t be able to stop shaking
but none of it will fucking matter
Because I don’t get to forgive you for this
I don’t get to let you touch me again
Because every time your fingertips
will press into my stomach
I’ll wonder if you notice the difference
between the way my lips feel
and the way hers taste
— (via loveserum)
And I’m gonna feel fucking sick
Cause you’ll be tasting her mouth
And I’ll be tasting the blood from my lip
I’m gonna try not to scream
and not picture your hands on her
but you’re gonna fucking touch her
and it’s going to feel right
So you won’t be thinking of me
you’ll be thinking about the way
her shoulders taste
The way her hips tremble
And I won’t be able to stop shaking
but none of it will fucking matter
Because I don’t get to forgive you for this
I don’t get to let you touch me again
Because every time your fingertips
will press into my stomach
I’ll wonder if you notice the difference
between the way my lips feel
and the way hers taste
— (via loveserum)
About me
Irene 13 may
Since I was little I liked to look at the world with my own eyes and make the view of trips even more beautiful. I'm attracted by the colors, compositions, romanticism behind a rose. I think the romance exists in your gaze, in the streets, in the light that bathes the streets when evening hits a sunny day in October, or when sunbeam penetrates through the window and stains the floor.
I like poetry, writers who inspire me like Idea Vilarino, Isabel García Mellado, Al-Khansa, or Rosalia de Castro, among many. I like to feel, but I am not referring to being in love, instead I speak of sadness, loneliness, a love that hurts. All this makes me feel alive. Although I am not a pessimistic person, I like to live with these emotions. I like to convey in my photos, the romance of an impossible love. I think beauty is in the eye, in the eyes of everyone,and how they look at the world. It's nice to know that you can to see things from a different point of view, and create your own world in which you can feel you belong. "You know I am a wild fire. The tip of my tongue tastes of ash coughed up by the fire in my chest I refuse to extinguish. I don’t know who I am when I’m not burning." |