hope and love are endless here

sleeponthephone -> daedaluswept

[ID: a lamb tromping playfully over a wolf. The wolf is laying on its back, paws up in the air as if playing helicopter. The drawings is black and white with a shock of red over the wolf’s muzzle and the lamb’s mouth and neck. Text reads “If we play very quiet, the Shepard never has to know.” End ID].

sometimes the author’s barely disguised fetish is YOUR barely disguised fetish and has nothing to do with the author at all

hey so a bunch of people have taken this post as an opportunity to decry interpreting media sexually/suggestively at all and it’s pissing me off. joining the war on eroticism on the side of eroticism. #ThatCigaretteIsAPenis

Ug im gonna need help making my self cum today im so sad about shizo abe

Who gonna help me tho my inbox opan

No but describing Shauna as being in love with Jackie isn’t enough. It’s not I love you so much as. I love you. I hate you. I’m in love with you. I’m fucking your boyfriend just so I can pretend to be you. You’re the best friend I ever had. I want to be you. I want to be with you. You’ve consumed my entire personality. I ate your ear. I’m jealous of you. I live the life you were supposed to live and I hate it. I need to be close to you at all times. I wish I could escape your ghost. You’re forever frozen at your most beautiful and tragic. You’re my saint. We can’t face our feelings for each other. I wanted you to sleep outside. I played dress up with your corpse. We all thought you were pathetic. We were all jealous of you. We needed you. You made me into your perfect best friend. I’m going to eat you. I’m consuming you as an act of grief and worship. I love you. I hate you. I’ll spend the rest of my life haunted by you. I don’t know where you end and I begin.

i hope you have thoughts about me that you feel a little horrified or guilty about but only during the post-orgasm clarity after you jerked off to them

I quite like when I press my hands against someone's head or face to pet them and they push their head into my touch. It can be gratuitous, in a way. Ceasing to perform human posturing like taking off a mask. Like a splash of fresh water revealing your desire for more of my touch. Directly asking for it in something that translates more clearly than mere words. It's cute.