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Hetalia Characters and Kissing (part 3)

Switzerland: Awkward, tries to be very gentle but can accidentally get rough, doing things like scraping the other person’s lip with his teeth.
Liechtenstein: She’s never been kissed beyond a very swift, chaste one, and Switzerland intends to keep it that way.
Netherlands: Actually a pretty good kisser, pretty relaxed and in the moment. He can get pretty dominating.
Belgium: Soft and gentle, her mouth tastes sweet and she tends to go slow and let the other person lead.
Romania: Will sneakily bite the other person’s lip or slip his tongue into their mouth, and tends to have wandering hands, but is pretty good about telling if they aren’t into it and backing off.
Belarus: She’s always in control. She’s rough and a little forceful but in a way that is generally enjoyable, always leaves the other person wanting more.
Ukraine: Sweet but not always sure of herself, loves kissing though and will likely hold the other person in a warm embrace as they kiss.
New Zealand: Gentle, not at all sloppy. He might initiate the kiss, but even then will likely follow the other person’s lead.
Australia: Reckless and wild, he’s sloppy, he loves biting and grabbing and wet tongue kisses. Kissing him is a whole experience.
South Korea: He absolutely loves kisses, and will kiss people any chance he gets. Will initiate and take the lead, unless the other person decides to assert some dominance, in which case he’ll back down and be submissive.

Hetalia characters and kissing (part 2)

Romano: Passionate and rough, but not too sloppy. Overall a pretty great kisser.
Spain: Also very passionate, but less rough and more sloppy. Tends to use a lot of tongue. Tends to let his hands wander.
Prussia: Good at following the other person’s lead, less good at not being awkward if he has to be the one leading. Will have fun with it once he’s gotten comfortable.
Austria: Like lazy, sleepy morning kisses but at any hour of the day. Has the sweetest tasting mouth all the time.
Hungary: Can seduce you with her lips or make you bleed and cry. Or seduce you with her lips then make you bleed and cry. Be careful.
Sweden: The poor guy really is trying, but he does not know what to do. Needs to be kissing someone who can help him through it and won’t be awkward themself.
Finland: Ranges from sweet and soft to very rough, but almost never kisses with tongue. Does that cute little giggle when he pulls away.
Norway: Slow, but passionate kisses, the kind of kisses that just feel special.
Iceland: Needs the other person to initiate and to take the lead at first, but will take over once he gets comfortable and make the kiss intense. Refuses to kiss anywhere but in absolute privacy.
Denmark: Fun kisser, not too rough or too soft, but sloppy and wet. You can feel him smiling into the kiss, but he might tickle you in the middle of making out or pull away because he’s started laughing.

You are like the taste of coffee lingering on my tongue , always there but I’m constantly aching for more.

(via sonyaleighgrant)

At first I thought your love was a colour that could stain my lips, but I learned that you were lust and you left them chapped instead

Sonya Grant via sonyaleighgrant (via sonyaleighgrant)

She is madness, sanity. She is hell, and paradise.

Ellen Hopkins, Perfect (via feellng)

Source: coral

You’re like the ocean…

Pretty enough on the surface,

but dive down into your depths,

you’ll find beauty most

people never see. Lucky me.

I fell in, headfirst.

Ellen Hopkins, Burned (via thelovejournals)

@karlamity

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I stepped on a train, missed my stop, and decided not to leave because a new destination may take me to exactly where I need to be.

Karlene Eechaute

Source: karlamity

It’s 2 AM, I should be sleeping like a rock. I should be curled up around a pillow, dreaming that you are beside me. Instead I stare at the wall, counting the breaths until you come to steal them away again.