Dec 5, 2024
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What are the tumblr rules now?
Do I need to heart react before I share, or does the share count as love of the blog?
Is it cool to just scroll on someone’s blog and repost gasm or nah?
Lemme know..
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Traces of you linger in the parts of my heart I’m too afraid to look at.
I had a dream I text you and the entire dream was basically a montage of me doing stuff while waiting on you to text me back. Even going as far as doing dishes in the dream and tapping my phone with my elbow because I got a notification but it wasn’t you. I eventually called to ask why you hadn’t messaged me back but the phone call wouldn’t go through. “The number you are trying to reach is no longer in use” or whatever the phrase is.
I guess I just really wanted to hear your voice again.
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I just got Cowboy Carter on vinyl. ( I’ve been listening to the album on repeat but it sounds so much better on vinyl) "II Most Wanted" came on and I anticipated getting emotional because it makes me think of you. Of course I got angry that I was crying. So I immediately absentmindedly opened Facebook and this was the first post I see.
I miss you. I miss riding shotgun in your car. I miss grinning wildly over at you. I miss being close to you with every single fiber of my being. What I would give just to sit in the car with you one last time and drive nowhere.
I struggle daily with wanting to be a muscle mommy that could crush skulls into between my thighs or throw grown men into walls, and also wanting to be soft and squishy with the fattest, juiciest ass/thighs that makes them do whatever I say with minimal words spoken.
I had a dream I was at a party. The room was filled with familiar faces. There was music and belly laughter. I went to go get another drink. I turned around and you were there. You smirked, said my name, and opened your arms for a hug. It was really good to see you again. Happy birthday. I hope you’re doing well.