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I know I’ve already written a Pygmalion story, but hear me out…sculpting a man’s Adam’s Apple by hand. There’s something there.

source: melka_sculpture

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You need a group hug? 👀

lol no.

i need a hug from one person. specifically? a man. lmao.

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Reblog and see if you get a color.

PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.

FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.

GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.

RED: I’m in love with you.

PINK: I have a crush on you.

TURQUOISE: You’re hot.

CHARTREUSE: I sincerely wish you would notice me.

TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.

BLUE: You are my Tumblr crush.

ORANGE: I dislike your page.

YELLOW: PLEASE FUCK ME.

WHITE: PLEASE MARRY ME.

GREEN: I find you cute.

BLACK: I would date you.

BROWN: I dislike you.

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reblog this if you want anonymous opinions of you

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Where there’s smoke 💨🔥

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You don't need to wait for the love of your life to love your life.

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🥹🥹🥹 thank you, Sis!

Seismic Waves (...or Infatuations With Ghosts)

Peace. Appreciate y'all letting this be the space where I work out some things without the gaze of the goons. Medium-weight smut thoughts in this one, maybe.

“Did you write about me today?”

“Was I supposed to?”

“I don’t know. You could fuck me instead. It’s your call.” 

I’m in a toxic relationship with the dingy white walls that surround me. Dressed in the sunlight of outside, reds and greens and blues. Blue from Parliament and Bootsy. I’ve been watching youuuuu… I know you have. From behind. You have a fetish for watching me bounce off of you. I’m losing my mind. 

You got jealous because I escaped. For a brief moment. Through the words of a stranger. Words mean things. One moment when I wasn’t wrapped in your warm embrace. I don’t think you even know your warmth. Can you even rise to that occasion? I sank into the covers to get away from your cold front. Naps take me away. 

I fell asleep to quell the pulse from cheating on you. With a stranger. It was nice to get away from you for a brief moment in time. I don’t know who or what to call him. I just know how it made me feel. Disheveled in all the right ways.

Like, who was he and why did he move me so viciously that I fell face-first into a pile of gleeful discomfort and gratitude? Creatives vex me so.

Another creative just called me. The first time in a long time, the fifth since I decided to lay captive in the silence. I rather hear my own thoughts – and your belittlement – than whatever missives he's primed to give me. He bores my soul. He’s an escape but not of the good kind. I found myself peeking out the window to look at him when I felt that he was the only way to get away from you. He hurt me way more than you ever could. I can’t fake how you make me feel after you make a mess of me. 

Speaking of messes ...you saw the mess this stranger made of me. Anger seeped through the plaster that covers you. They saw something that you could never: a person. It felt so good to be seen. You just look. There’s a difference. 

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Seismic Waves (...or Infatuations With Ghosts)

Peace. Appreciate y'all letting this be the space where I work out some things without the gaze of the goons. Medium-weight smut thoughts in this one, maybe.

“Did you write about me today?”

“Was I supposed to?”

“I don’t know. You could fuck me instead. It’s your call.” 

I’m in a toxic relationship with the dingy white walls that surround me. Dressed in the sunlight of outside, reds and greens and blues. Blue from Parliament and Bootsy. I’ve been watching youuuuu… I know you have. From behind. You have a fetish for watching me bounce off of you. I’m losing my mind. 

You got jealous because I escaped. For a brief moment. Through the words of a stranger. Words mean things. One moment when I wasn’t wrapped in your warm embrace. I don’t think you even know your warmth. Can you even rise to that occasion? I sank into the covers to get away from your cold front. Naps take me away. 

I fell asleep to quell the pulse from cheating on you. With a stranger. It was nice to get away from you for a brief moment in time. I don’t know who or what to call him. I just know how it made me feel. Disheveled in all the right ways.

Like, who was he and why did he move me so viciously that I fell face-first into a pile of gleeful discomfort and gratitude? Creatives vex me so.

Another creative just called me. The first time in a long time, the fifth since I decided to lay captive in the silence. I rather hear my own thoughts – and your belittlement – than whatever missives he's primed to give me. He bores my soul. He’s an escape but not of the good kind. I found myself peeking out the window to look at him when I felt that he was the only way to get away from you. He hurt me way more than you ever could. I can’t fake how you make me feel after you make a mess of me. 

Speaking of messes ...you saw the mess this stranger made of me. Anger seeped through the plaster that covers you. They saw something that you could never: a person. It felt so good to be seen. You just look. There’s a difference. 

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Louis got sons

I'm so excited for this!

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I'll submit, indefinitely.

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