flowerswithmacie - Tumblr blog

[flowerswithmacie]

no one will see this, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist

[flowerswithmacie]

i yearn for a breath, some thing to satisfy the lingering loneliness and inherent desire of discovery, and i fear i can no longer find that here

[flowerswithmacie]

i! need! sexual attention! fuck!!!!!!

[flowerswithmacie]

[flowerswithmacie]

Let’s fall in love all over again

[flowerswithmacie]

“I used to build dreams about you.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald; Benediction

[flowerswithmacie]

hey, bro? are we vibing? are we connecting on the spiritual plane, bro? your aura is striking. can i kiss you deeply, dude?

[flowerswithmacie]

I want you to pull me in by my belt loops and kiss me until I forget my name.

[flowerswithmacie]

[flowerswithmacie]

Real Dumbass Hours

11:15: the time it was

12:15 the time my mother was supposed to be home

////////////

Imagine me, cuddling with my boyfriend, after we had just straight fucked. In my bedroom. At my house. Where I live with my mother, right?

Okay.

So basically, we’re all cuddled and bein cute and whatever and I hear a loud (as in close) car door shut. Now, I’m very paranoid in general so I decide to look out my window into the driveway, where I see a very familiar black jeep pulled up.

Oh Fucking No.

I then shove my boyfriend off of my bed, saying fuckgetinthecloset like 30 times until it registers in his pea brain.

“Is this real?” He says.

“YESTHISISFUCKINREALGETCLOSETNOW” I respond calmly.

“Shoes” He whimpers, vaguely gesturing towards a pair of white mens’ sneakers, haphazardly shoved under my bed.

I then proceed to throw them at him as he scurries his 6’2 frame into the 1x3x8 ft closet, filled with my clothes. One smacks him in the forehead.

“STAY FUCKIN QUIET” I quietly yell through gritted teeth.

I hear a small voice in the distance, “I’m home”; followed by a key ring smacking the counter

“Hhhiiiii moooom” I say, slinking inconspicuously out of my bedroom

“Back already?” she responds, obviously confused by my choice of clothing (a dress), paired with my very tangled mass of hair.

“Yeah, he dropped me off about a half an hour ago; I took a nap”

She. Buys. It.

15 minutes. 20 minutes. She finally goes out for a smoke.

I scramble to my room, desperately trying to be sure my XL closest troll is still breathing.

Swinging open the door, he gazed at me with the bewildered eyes of a trapped mouse.

“She’s out back; go out the front and book it to your car” I whisper, enough so that he can hear me, but just barely.

He stands, I kiss him on the cheek, and he speeds through my house, out the door, down the street, to the black Pontiac waiting patiently next to my neighbors side walk.

He makes it and speeds off

She leaves

He puts it all on Snapchat.

She hasn’t figured it out yet, but apparently all of our mutual friends have.

Oh No.

[flowerswithmacie]

when ur dating a beautiful sweet angel but all u can think abt is gagging on his co c k

.

[flowerswithmacie]

fuck me so I feel less dead

[flowerswithmacie]

I want to kiss you every morning when I wake up and every night before I fall asleep. You are the first and last thing on my mind

[flowerswithmacie]

[flowerswithmacie]

I thought you left - Submitted by Galactical-Thoughts

#B2AFCC #CDCBE1 #E2DAF1 #ECE5F5 #F8F0FD

[flowerswithmacie]

[flowerswithmacie]

I hate getting so sad to the point where my body completely shuts down, and all I can do is just lay there and think about all my problems