𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑢𝑔.

RETIRED BLOG.

― it’s all in the 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒.

— 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 ; weapon of choice.

you’ve got a fire inside, but your heart’s so cold. ‘cause i’ve done some things that i can’t speak.

a little taste of us.

“can you believe that i have somehow made it this far without seeing your cock?” a slow growing smile tugging at the edges of her mouth, as her chin presses into her palm. “you know where i am going to tell you to put it, don’t you, Valentine of mine?” her gaze roams, as she allows a moment for silence to hang in the air, trailing down his frame before bouncing back to find his eyes once again. “in your music room, where you and you alone can truly admire it.”

i know that i am very late to posting this, and i hope you will forgive me, but this meant so much to me when i first saw it, and it means just as much now. 🥹 thank you for taking the time to say something so kind, it mAKES MY HEART MELT AWAY

honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes, i feel like a person for a moment of my life, @h11bound.