XV

ooh I get it now. this world wasn’t meant for me

i think my name got a new meaning when i first heard you say it in that voice of yours. it made me want you to repeat it again and again until i become a part of you

i love you. you made a mistake? i dont care i love you. you made a wrong choice? love you. you don’t think you’re good for anything? guess what you’re good for loving i love you

That nonsexual intimacy of just being in each other's spaces, of gravitating towards each other, always subconsciously reaching out to each other. Finding comfort and satisfaction in being close to each other, breathing each other in, existing together.

to no one's surprise i'm thinking about kissing once again... specifically long, drawn out kisses that leave you breathless and unable to think about anything else. time presses on but feels unreal because they've infiltrated all of your senses, made reality bend. their lips and tongue press into yours, slow and intentional, yet somehow still desperate. the heat of their breath mingles with your own, wet and sultry, and your chests lift and fall together as you pull each other impossibly close, until space doesn't exist any longer. every chance you get, you're gasping for air a little, but it doesn't really matter to you as long as you don't have to pull away from them, ever.

idk how to describe this properly but there is Something There with characters who show their love through devotion, through service… loving from a distance, and proving their love by looking after them, caring for them, keeping them safe… i’m thinking about “i can’t carry it, but i can carry you” from sam gamgee, i’m thinking about “til my dying day” from eliot spencer, i’m thinking about “not to me, not if it’s you” from pylades, “i’m with you to the end of the line” from bucky barnes… love through the act of Following, of swearing fealty. and the tender surprise that comes with it when their loved one adores them in return.

FREE ME!!!!!!! Idk from what...I just want to be free from literally everything

YOU don’t have to be perfect to be loved. but I do

it's kind of insane how disasterous of an effect it can have on your psyche and development as an adult if people thought you were annoying when you were 8

boys look so pretty eating pussy like when they look up at you w those eyes??? when they grab your waist or your hips or your thighs w those handddsss???? when they start moaning into your pussy????? immaculate

it’s never a normal temperature anymore it’s always some fucking bullshit