clueless

just went down a rabbit hole about shibari and it's actually such a beautiful art form. I don't want to negate the kink part of it, but I was looking at some photos specifically designed to be art pieces rather than JUST for sex and it's genuinely so beautiful. I love the contrast between the fluid, dramatic poses and how tightly the model is bound. to me it looks like a metaphor for the pain of beauty and I love it

I need more tattoos...

I hate wanting to speak my truth but not being able to because my head tells me I'm faking it or exaggerating it for attention

the pain of wanting to draw because you've neglected your project for months but also hating the drawing so you don't want to finish it

I'm such a hopeless romantic. I wish I had a man to slow dance with and rest my head on his shoulder. I want to kiss his neck and whisper sweet nothings while we dance in the dark, barefoot and three glasses of wine into the evening

saw a tt post a while ago that I just remembered while writing smut. it was like, "are you actually a switch, or are you so much of a bottom you'll top to please your partner?" or something along those lines, and honestly, I felt that

I saw this post on tt this morning that was like "forced to be a teen in the 2030s, born to be a teen in the 2020s" and I like forgot people were still born after the early 2000s. it's so strange for me to think about

I forgot how fucking good quesadillas are

thinking about how kevin from home alone actually had a very reasonable crash out. like, I too would be pretty peeved if everyone ate the only kind of pizza I like, and then I was mocked over it, and then sent to bed without having anything to eat. I feel like that whole movie could've been avoided if kevin was given a pb+j or something

when you're writing yaoi and the playlist is hitting and you genuinely reach a flow state

the urge to buy an antique candelabra so I can walk around my house at night like a lost victorian boy

genuinely why is procrastinating the only thing I can do well? I've been meaning to write for the past 3 hours and instead I've been scrolling Instagram reels

do not let me anywhere NEAR deviled eggs. I will absolutely fuck up a plate of deviled eggs

that feeling when you finally finish a jar of pickles so you can drink the juice >>>>

ok but doomed yaoi