in front of my mother and my sisters, i pretend love is cheap and vulgar. i act like itβs a sinβ i pretend that love is for women on a dark path. but at night i dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throbβ i dream up a lover who makes love like he is separatingΒ salt from water.
Salma Deera, βsaltβΒ (via virgoassbitch)















