il0vecorndogs1111

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A young girl dreams beneath the sky,

Her eyes like stars, so bright, so shy.

An older man with tales to tell,

In wisdom's arms, where secrets dwell.

She speaks of hopes, of love unshown,

He listens close, a heart of stone.

Yet in her gaze, a spark he feels,

A warmth that time could never steal.

Together, lost in moments shared,

Two souls that meet, though none declare.

The dance of age, of time, of grace,

A quiet bond in life's embrace.

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I would be happier if I had big, strong arms around me at night when I sleep :p

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hello there i took a little break but im back! anyone wants to chat?:))

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𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓪, 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓼. 𝓜𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓷, 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵. 𝓛𝓸-𝓵𝓮𝓮-𝓽𝓪: 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓹, 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮, 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓱. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓛𝓸, 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸, 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓬𝓴. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓪

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Awww! /ᐠ-3-ᐟ\

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i love making them question their morals

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HES SO SLUTTY & IM ON MY KNEES YESS SIRR 🥵😩

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I wish i had an older guy to hold my hand, that wants more than one thing from me, that want to take care and cherish me :(

[il0vecorndogs1111]

She sits in the classroom, heart quietly aching. His words are meant for the lesson, but to her, they hold an unspoken poetry. He speaks of history, science, and literature, yet it is his presence that becomes the greatest subject of her study.


He stands at the front, steady and distant,
Unaware of the gravity he holds in her world.

She watches him in stolen glances,
The way he writes, the warmth in his voice.
He is her teacher—out of reach,
Yet everything she dreams of in quiet moments.

She wonders if he notices,
The way her eyes linger, her voice falters.
But to him, she’s just another student,
While to her, he is the center of everything.

It’s a love she can never confess,
Pure, painful, and destined to stay silent.
And so, she carries it with her,
A secret etched into her heart.

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People don’t get it. They think it’s a search for attention, or something broken inside me. But it’s not that. It’s the way older men carry themselves—steady, grounded, like they’ve learned what matters and don’t need to prove anything.Boys my age are loud, restless, always trying to impress. But with him, there’s calm. He listens. He sees me as more than a girl to chase.They say I’m too young, that it’s wrong. But they don’t understand the pull of someone who’s lived and doesn’t need to shout about it.It’s not about needing saving—it’s about feeling seen, feeling steady, even if they don’t fully understand me either.

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She is young, drawn to older men—their calm, their steady presence. They make her feel safe, like they hold answers to her restless questions.

But people talk. They call it strange, even wrong. They say she’s naive, that she doesn’t see the danger in the gap between them. She hears their words but feels they don’t understand.

It’s not rebellion or a search for a father figure. It’s the way their wisdom steadies her, the way they see her differently than boys her age.

Still, doubt lingers. Is it admiration or something more dangerous? She wonders, but for now, she lets the ache stay hers.

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just a stupid teenage girl crushing on a man twice her age

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