thecosmicdancemarcbolan:

This girl is making him crazy, his nose grazes the skin of her neck, she made him a horny young boy again. “Mhmm’ Was all he could muster. It’s not that he’s not interested, he’s more than interested in her stories about her life but it’s been so long since he has…

He kisses her neck his curls tickle her face, he wanted her clothes off he missed her he missed her dearly. “What are you wearing, you smell brilliant love.”

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This girl is making him crazy, his nose grazes the skin of her neck, she made him a horny young boy again. “Mhmm’ Was all he could muster. It’s not that he’s not interested, he’s more than interested in her stories about her life but it’s been so long since  he has seen her he just wants to touch her smell her hold her. He couln’t hold back anymore he was kissing her sweet-smelling soft neck. Keeping her hand on his chest, his hand rubbing her thigh.

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tokyo-bleep:

Miss Dicker

tokyo-bleep:

Miss Dicker

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((Cintia is so hot))

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missarielrp:

thecosmicdancemarcbolan:

thecosmicdancemarcbolan:

Slim lined sheik faced angel of the night riding like a cowboy in the graveyard of the night" There he was on the stage at the Whiskey, the all familiar place and all familiar smells with the all familiar crowd and semi-all familiar faces. It was dark and nearly…

Mickey had to take a call, he wanted to use the telephone to ring up a certain bird he couldn’t stop talking about, apparently she’s a redhead too, Lucille Ball is right. Instead of sitting on the couch strumming his guitar or taking a drink like most rock stars do, Marc was looking in the mirror doing  his makeup, he was sweaty and needed to wash his face and reapply, some eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss just a bit, not sticky. He fixed his hair and sprayed on cologne Ready to see her. he hears her voice, her Nordic accent, he grinned and walked over to her, bringing her into a hug and burying his nose in her hair, remembering her smell. “Ginger..” He spoke her name with great affection.

After she speaks her back is leaning against the wall, waiting for him to do his next move, her eyes appreciate how he fixes his hair and make-up, that kind of vanity in a man was something she always found extremely attractive, she doesn’t know why exactly. And oh damm its hotter when they know how to do it and look pretty and amazing as much as a woman, it was just sexy to her, she also smiles sweetly at the fact he probably did it for her, or was his face and this cute tender childish dreamer look in his eyes?..all she can tell to herself right now is that she is happy to see him again, when he walks closer to her, her eyes get a special shine in exitement, honestly its been a while since she got that way with a man. Grins when Marc hugs her then, bitting her lower lip and blushing a little when he smells her hair, giggles also at his nickname for her. ”How are you, you starry child?” she runs her fingers through his curly hair.

He kisses  her cheek sweetly. and pulled her ffurther into the room and onto the couch onto his lap. His smile was so gentle and so sincere, and she felt small in his arms even though she was taller than him by three inches. God she smells sweet, like bathing sprites and lesbian sex,  her freckles were a map of the universe, her hair the blood of the vikings before they enter Valhalla, her eyes the seas of Poseidon, and her body a temple. “How are you doing, Ginger love?” He asked her in his tender voice. He wonders what shes been up to  and anything new happened, did exciting things happen? Of course exciting things happened shes Ariel, she is fire at its’ hottest.

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groupiesoutrageously:

Girlfriend & Muse

June Ellen Child [23.08.43 - 01.09.94]

Syd was very special in an extraordinary way, he wrote wonderful songs, the lyrics were incredible. He was very, very much the creator of the group in those days. When he would sit at home and write a song, he’d think of what the drummer ought to play, how the bass line should be. He played very good rhythm as well as lead, and he’d know what he wanted to hear. He’d go into rehearsals and say to Nick, “This is what I want you to play”… and that’s how it would come out." - about Syd Barrett

We’d known each other only a short while when I asked her home to tea late one afternoon at my parents’ prefab in Wimbledon. The sun was bright and hot. We sat with our tea on the lawn. After we had held hands there was silence for a while. Then I said, “June - I think I love you.” She replied quietly, “I feel the same way about you, Marc." - Marc Bolan

June kept Marc on the ground in the early days when there was much to do. She was his wife, lover, his mother and his best friend. When she relaxed her hold, the troubles started and so did the excesses." - Mick Gray

He was my best friend, always, always my best friend." - about Marc Bolan

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capturedbysam:

► Sam Halladay

capturedbysam:

Sam Halladay
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acid-bubble-gum:

atomic-cherry-bomb:

☄✧☽

✰✰✰

acid-bubble-gum:

atomic-cherry-bomb:

☄✧☽

✰✰✰

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