#thaughts

[freeasthewindsthatblowpastme]

I now know

That I love you

Just like that

Even if you left me to fight alone

I love you

There are no conditions

But I'm not gonna be with you

As long as you don't

Prioritise me

And make time and space for me

In your life

I want you to make me feel loved

And seen

And important

Not just say it

You know I truly believe we could find a way

But it really depends on you

I you wanted to put in the work

It's not gonna be easy

I love you

And I want you to be happy

And if that's without me

I'll find a way to deal with that

But you miss me

And I miss you

So why don't we meet?

Whatever

Just show me

I matter

[baidesworld]

F.A.K.E. F.R.I.E.N.D🎭 . . . . #fakefriend #quotes #writingcommunity #rich #millionaire #millionairelifestyle #billonaire #satysafe #trustissues #todaysquote #thaughts #fakelove #fakepeople #videostory #toxic #brokenfriendship #manipulators https://www.instagram.com/p/Co4LoVRDUAW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[clipartpro]

Live your life the way you want to be remembered

[forbidden-x-tree-mist]

September 7, 2023

“You can’t go back to the past just because it is familiar.”

But what do you do when all the boundaries of present and the future blur themselves into this difficult shade of blue you can’t decode. What do you do when you would just do anything to go back to that part of your life where at least something is familiar to you. Moreover, what do you do when the present does not work, the future is bleak and you don’t remember any even a single worthwhile memory to hold on to your past for.

It all feels like damn damn labyrinth, i was out of it for sometime and I really believed that i was, but now that all this has started again, was i really ever out of it? No! Some of us are really trapped inside ourselves, in our own lives and it is the toughest thing to make the people understand what we really feel at that point of time. A few days ago my friend texted me that she needs a cigarette really bad (has been trying to avoid them), i called her up and was like dude dont go down that street, but really it was so easy for me to say that. And she did tell me how i would never understand how she felt. A few hours ago i did something terrible too, as Frost would put it I took the wrong road, I took a way i knew too well, too well to even know that it was the wrong one. But right now while im writing this even im not able to imagine let alone understand what was i feeling then.

Today just happens to be one of those bad days you know, which start bad and keep getting worse and all you can do is to wait, wait for time to pass and heal all that has been eroded. I remember writing in my diary once that how, “We have all slept for nights, after which we never wished to wake up again.” Today is really one of those nights, and I do wonder that how shall it pass, but ik it will, because Shakespeare said no, “This too shall pass.” But does it really matter what Shakespeare said when he can’t feel what im feeling, and are his words but really helping me? Are my own words really helping me for that sake? Will I get over the guilt of doing what I just did and like that? Will I ever be happy? Will my words really make sense anyday?

Will i have the answers to these spirals that run down in my head?

John Green said that, “What you need to understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.” Was Green talking about me when he wrote this, i dont know. But what Ive sort of slightly understood is that my grief has become so much entwined with who i am as a person that i somehow am not really ready for it to leave me. I remember reading this post on Instagram where this person asks his friend that are we really willing to let go off our grief? I guess im never going to do that, what i have felt during my low times is something i wish to carry through my highs, for i shall always remember how far Ive come.

I really was on the good track from some days/months ago, i started to adore myself like i have never done before, but today it feels like i did away with everything with just some (8) blows. It’s like literally i took the sharpest edge of the screwdriver and dig it in my skin. Sometimes there’s so much going on in my head that i really wish it to get out through inflicting pain upon my body, like really. It goes so hard that i get an adrenaline rush from harming myself, and want to see myself more hurt after that.

i have cursed my skin a lot, a lot in the damn twenty years i have spent on this planet but today i do really feel bad for it, for i have inflicted more pain on it, than it really deserved. But isn’t life unfair to me too like that inflicting more pain on me than i deserve, than i really can take, isnt life unfair too!?

I remember this person in college I telling people how i was all about money and good clothes, i wish she could see this side of things as well. But haven’t all of us at some point of times in our lives been like her only, ignoring what the other person feels just due to the look they put out for us too see, dont we too often feel like how other people get it easy in their lives, but really are any of us getting it any easy than each other? I feel we are too broken for a generation to be. But aren’t we also broken because we were raised by a generation which was broken too? Is this world really so broken, is it as broken as my skin is, but is my skin more broken or my heart, or my poetry.

Is it a competition for being the most broken?

(Will i win)

- N

[cornflakesdoesart]

Dust kitties :)

[ID: fist image: a digital drawing of a black fur ball with tiny triangular legs, triangle kitty ears, one cat eye in the middle of it’s face and a small tail.

second image: the same creature as described before drawn with pencil, there are five of them, in the upper left corner it is yawning, showing off the sharp cat teeth it has, in the upper right corner it is looking up, looking interested, in the middle it has a “smiling” eye, lower left corner it’s playing with a yarn ball, pupil dilated, lower right corner it is sleeping, curled up, eye closed. end of ID]

[specshroom]

★ - Some assistance

You and your boyfriend are lounging on the couch in the living room, winding down after a long day. He's drinking his evening tea and reading while you unsuccessfully distract yourself by flicking through channels on the TV. You decide to just come out and ask what you've been meaning to ask for awhile now.

"Kento? Do you think you could make me squirt?"

This poor man chokes on his tea and almost messes it on his home shirt. He just looks at you with a face that says "Why would you ask me something like that so suddenly?" You just look at him deadpan waiting for his response. He clears his throat and composes himself, realising it was a somewhat serious question and his girlfriend (soon to be fiancé, hopefully) wasn't just playing some dumb joke. 

"Well... I'm sure I could try, Y/n. But why bring that up so out of the blue, if you mind me asking."

He responds, as polite as always. He makes you feel so safe in his presence it's almost supernatural.

"Uh... I've just been thinking about it for awhile, I guess." He places his mug on the coffee table, the one that says "Live, Laugh, Love" in exaggerated curly font, courtesy of Gojo. He doesn't know why you insist on making his tea in that mug but he drinks it every time anyway. He brings your legs into his lap and lightly massages them silently asking you to continue. 

"I'm just curious to see if I can is all. Whenever I've tried to do it myself, I always just get too sensitive and stop, but... If I had someone else do it, I think I might actually be able to."

You explain this to him almost like a scientist explains their hypothesis, like you've thought about it for awhile. He rubs under your shins and thinks for a bit. he would very much like to be the one to make you squirt and he's confident in his abilities but he also doesn't want you to be upset if you end up not being able to do it.

"I also just think it would be really hot if you made me squirt." 

That breaks him out of his thoughts with a disbelieving huff. 

"The problem is that when I get sensitive I'm gonna be yelling for you to stop out of second nature. But you can't stop Kento, you have to keep going until I either squirt or say the safe word. Can you do that, Baby?" Nanami looks up at your serious face, you really have thought about this quite a bit. He nods his head, sealing the deal. You just stare at eachother for a moment longer, the TV still going in the back. You break out in a smile, unable to keep the semi-serious atmosphere. 

"Can- can we do it now?" You ask the man on the opposite end of the couch while you try and stifle a giggle. 

Nanami smiles and pulls you closer to him by your legs. You yelp as you get yanked into his lap where he attacks your neck with kisses. He hoists you up and starts walking to the bedroom. Once he sets you onto your shared bed, you start removing your shirt and shorts while he rummages in the cupboard for a towel that he puts down on the bed before undressing himself.

You're almost shaking with excitement and anticipation. Nanami sits against the headboard in nothing but his boxers, placing the towel on the bed in front of him. He watches as you turn to him with that sultry look in your eyes. You crawl your way up the bed on all fours until you're right between his muscular thighs. Your hands glide up his thighs and waist, you kiss him with need and he reciprocates. You break the connection to feel yourself up infront of him and sensually take off your bra. You present yourself to him and kiss him again before turning around and pressing your back to his chest. 

His hands go to your waist to gently squeeze and rub there. You spare no flare when taking off your panties and you adjust yourself so that both your legs are wide open, slightly bent and his stronger ones are over yours, forcing them to stay open.

"Put your legs like this so that it stops me from closing mine when it gets too sensitive." 

You say as you help him into the position you want. Nanami chuckles and bends down to say lowly into your ear.

"You really have thought this whole thing through, huh?" 

You flush and nod your head as his hand moves down your body to where you want him the most. His touch is gentle at first, lightly stroking down your clit and lips, gathering wetness with his fingers. He starts to work his finger into you and gently rubs your clit with the other hand, coaxing you to melt into his touch. You start moaning and groaning with the pleasure your wonderful boyfriend is giving you. 

With both his hands working on your pussy so diligently, it's no wonder your first orgasm washes over you pretty quickly. Nanami keeps going at the same steady pace after you cum and it's the first out of the ordinary occurrence in this session. You usually would get a grace period after you cum to come down from the high but you and Nanami have a goal. The fact that you get no chance to come down at all is fucking with your brain and the fucked out feeling is just multiplying every second his strong hands play with your pussy. 

Nanami lays back a bit, forcing you to also lay back and expose yourself a bit more as you begin to writhe and squirm. One hand is still diligently circling your clit as he works his two middle fingers into you, slamming into that perfect spot inside you over and over and over again. You get louder and more frantic as the second orgasm hits you. Your head falls back on Nanamis chest as you groan his name. 

"Uuuuh Fuck! Feels so good Kento, soo good, so good, s' good, s' good, s' gud." You mumble and moan to him. Your second orgasm hits you full force and the pleasure doesn't stop or slow down, in fact it only gets more intense. He doesn't even slow down despite you're kicking legs and bucking hips.

Nanami eventually brings you to a third orgasm, now things really start to feel sensitive and your whines and cries of overstimulation get louder but the man doesn't tire. He keeps going, mumbling things like "Cmon, cmon Love." And "You can do it Darling". 

Before you know it the fourth wave hits you like a train, this is where you get frantically desperate as you realize he isnt even slowing down. You're now actively trying to get out of his iron hold, trying to close your legs just a little but his strong thighs keep you open for him. You're squirming and struggling and crying out.

"Wait wait wait wait!".

Your pussy is so raw and sensitive, you almost beg him to slow down but the man is going even stronger now. He's more precise with his movements, touching all the right spots with just the right amount of force to make you weep. 

"Wait Ken! It's sensitive, stoooop stopstopstop!" You hands go to his to try and make him slow down a little but Nanami isn't having any of that. You set out a goal for yourself and clear rules. He is going to make sure you reach your goals like the good partner he is.

He cages your arms against your chest with one arm hugged around you while the other still goes at your clit, rubbing frantic but deliberate circles into the pink flesh with his callous palm. The wet slick sounds of your pussy being bullied by the man you love are drowned out by the sounds coming from your mouth.

You're screaming now, legs shaking and kicking, not nearly strong enough to budge against Nanami's thick thighs forcing them wide open. Your entire body begins convulsing and spasming, you swear you feel like you're going to pee but you don't even have the mind to be concerned about that. You can only scream an intelligible jumble of pleas at this point as your nails dig into his arm. 

"Cmon Honey, just one more f'me, your doing so well."

The praise makes you go even dumber as you're quickly brought to the end of your rope. The last strand snaps and a tidel wave of violent hot pleasure comes crashing down on your entire being. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your screams turn to silent hiccups and overwhelmed chokes.

Your body convulses violently and your back arches off Nanamis chest as he holds you tightly to his chest. It's by far the most intense orgasm of your life and you don't even register the jet of clear liquid shooting out from you untill you hear Nanamis loud groan at the sight.

"There you go, that's my girl."

You're brought back to earth and let out a long groan as Nanami presses up on the hood of your clit to force more squirt out of you, the feeling is even more euphoric than you thought it could ever be. 

Nanami pats your pussy, making sure he gets every last drop out as your wetness trickles down your pussy and ass onto the towel Nanami set down, which was definitely not enough to keep the bed dry. You drop your body completely limp onto Nanamis chest as you both catch your breath.

Nanami releases your arms and your hand immediately goes to cup your swollen, abused pussy with a whine. Nanami chuckles and runs his hands down your back and around your waist, soothing you, bringing you down gently while mumbling little praises. You curl up on top of him and dig your face into his neck with another small whine. 

"Love you s'much." You mumble into his hot skin. He chuckles at you once again. 

"I love you too, Baby."

-★

[linipik]

It is Valentine's Day and seeing all the lovey-dovey couples and everyone who is interested in any sort of dating is already with someone has Lance feeling down.

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💌Let's play~

[aleksanderthemesschild]

2/2 They are TRANS brothers

[ashksa]

The magic of Flapjack

[clvrdvl]

me a year ago: "I appreciate raibow high dolls and I think blythe dolls are neat but they're just not for me, I don't like the big eyes"

me now: *owns several rainbow dolls and is genuinely considering buying a blythe doll*

[freeasthewindsthatblowpastme]

We were so close.

And now you're so far away.

And I don't know how to deal with that.

And I guess that you don't care.

Some days it feels like I'll never get over you.

I just still love you soo much.

I wanna hold you in my arms again.

And I guess that you don't care.

I am fine without you.

But I am not happy.

I am on edge all the time.

I can't really relax.

It feels like you took my safe place from me.

And at the same time I try to understand.

I know that I am a lot.

I just never thaught I'd ever be too much for you.

But I guess you never know what happens.

And now you're gone.

And I keep wondering if you ever think of me.

I just want you to be happy.

But it sucks so much that you can't be happy with me.

I don't even know what you ever loved about me.

And some days I just wanna cry.

I dream of you at night.

And I can't stop thinking about you during the day.

But I guess you don't care.

When did you stop to care?

Why did you leave me to fight alone?

Why did you leave me on my own?

What made you not show up for me/for us?

Are you ok?

I want you to be ok.

Then at least one of us would be.

Cause as much as I want to be ok about this. I am not.

You treated me like I was the least important thing to you.

And I still feel the effects of it on my self esteem.

I don't know what you ever liked about me.

Couldn't have been that much if it didn't make you stay.

The thing is my brain knows that it wouldn't have worked because our ideas of how much time we need to spend together were just so different.

Sometimes I felt like you were just finding excuses not to have to meet me.

And still I loved you.

Hell I still love you although you left me alone.

I honestly didn't think I'd ever break up with you.

Which is smart of you.

Not being brave enough to break up with me. So you don't have to say what we both knew at the time.

Like how did you even imagine a relationship to work if you didn't want to put effort into it and prioritise it?

Or did you just not think about it?

I guess I'll never know.

Maybe I should just ask.

But I don't know if I would gain anything from it.

You probably can't even answer most of the questions yourself.

Sometimes I wonder if you are also sitting there asking yourself questions you don't know if you should send them to me.

I don't know.

I'm struggling without you.

But I was struggling with you too.

I whish I could say this isn't your fault.

But part of it is.

And I'm sorry about that.

I whish it didn't affect me so much.

But it does.

And I guess you don't care.

And I just hope you are ok.

I want you to be ok so badly.

You said something about your friendgroup falling apart and you being blamed for it.

How is that going?

I just want you to be fine.

And I just want you to find someone who isn't too much for you and who is worth it to prioritise and to put an effort into.

And I still sometimes whish I could be in your arms.

Especially when I'm feeling down like today. When I feel like my body is working against me.

I am three years on T today.

I don't know if you know what that means to me.

There are tiny hairs on my chin now.

I wondered if that would have ever been a reason for you to leave if I would have grown too much of a beard.

Now I'll never know.

I just think it's a shame.

I trusted you.

You knew me so well.

And now you're gone.

You felt so safe.

And I loved how protective of me you were.

And I just whish we would have worked out.

But sometimes life's against you.

And there are all those things I want to tell you.

And I whish you still cared.

And there are all those songs I want to send you.

Especially one.

"Richtiger Mensch, falscher Moment"

I wish you were still here.

I still want to show you my world so bad.

I wish you still cared.

[baidesworld]

Remember Your🧠 is your Greatest 🗡️ and Greatest 😈 . . . . #thaughtoftheday #thaughts #motivationalquotes #quotes #quoteoftheday #motivation #positivevibes #thoughts #quotestagram #trending #quote #instagram #thaught #motivationoftheday #foryou #motivationalquote #inspirationalquotes #quotesaboutlife #poetry #inspiringquotes #hindimotivation #positivity https://www.instagram.com/p/CojSdOfDT6s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hyunpic]

[flowerscentedartist]

*Nightmare, teaching Killer to drive and taking Ink along for the ride* Nightmare: That's a pothole. To the left! Killer: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole* Ink, sticking his face into the front over the center console: Cha cha real smooth. Killer: I don't think that's how the song goes. Nightmare, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home Killer: Country roads. Ink: To the place. Killer and Ink in unison: I belong! Nightmare, crying harder: What the fuck?

(it also works if you replace killer with epic and ink with cross :D)

That was actually my first draft, but I changed it. 🤣

[beeansart]

oh I'm loving stray god

My brain: because of the.Murder mystery, musical beautifly sung battles. Great story and characters.

Also my brain: and I'm a intense bisexual and I need to romance THESE TWO SPECIFICALLY

[t34-mt]

i finally started having ideas for making a species in the que'arsaeb (meaning "hard skin") group.

On altuyur if an animal has 4 limbs and an internal skeleton they are part of the silieus reign, if one has 6 limbs and an external skeleton with a sort of skin covering it then they are from the que'arsaeb reign. Like this one right here