weepingforlilacs

[weepingforlilacs]

i think I’ve decided. I’m gonna go on a three month long ban from all kind of romantic stuff. which I guess includes logging off of here. I’m not allowed to think about romance, view anyone romantically and try focusing my energy into my family and friends and what I want to do in life.

it’s been really nice on here. yall are so lovely but I think I’m gonna take a break for myself. if you ever find me on here before september YELL AT ME.

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thinking the holiest of thoughts this on this divine sunday. fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing gently. looking up into the prettiest pair of eyes, holding the softest yet intent gaze, as they spit on my ready tongue. it’s possessive. it’s needy. and it leads to them pulling me in for yet another claiming, breathless, desperate kiss.

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sometimes I think about the way she twitched when I spat on her cunt for the first time and it rots my brain from the inside

[weepingforlilacs]

here’s a tip: if you start dating a depressed person, don’t be surprised if they are still depressed while they are dating you. they’re not depressed because they’re single, and you are not an all-powerful cure for mental illnesses. just be there for them.

[weepingforlilacs]

I want romance. I want laughter. I want the 3am love making. I want consistency. I want loyalty. I want the random looks of admiration. I want to know you're just for me. I want date nights and flowers. I want truth. I want priority. I want love that's pure and calming.

[weepingforlilacs]

hooking my carabiner to your belt loop and staring up at you like this

(i want you to take me home)

[weepingforlilacs]

asking her to slap her pussy for me and then i do it twice as hard because she sounds pretty while crying

[weepingforlilacs]

Being horny not in a "I wanna touch myself" way but in a "I wanna send a boob pic" way. Like, you know when you just want to be somebody's porn?

[weepingforlilacs]

making you suck my strap like it’s real because it turns me on watching you wear your mouth out on a piece of silicone. you look so hot and pathetic when you’re gagging on it for me. go on baby, do as you’re told. make sure to keep eye contact — not with me, stupid. the camera.

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[weepingforlilacs]

I looooovvvvveeee dressing femme so much. like little pink satin slips and lace camis, perfume and bows, rosy blush and soft winged eyeliner, the click of my kitten heel shoes. I know you’re looking when I hook my legs over another as I sit down, the top of my lace panties peeking out from my jeans as I reach down to adjust the position of my bag. my lips glossy and soft. wouldn’t you like to come over and see what i look like warm and disheveled and panting on your bed? my lipgloss smeared across your neck?

[weepingforlilacs]

truly want to absolutely adore a butch lover so much i can't explain it. telling how much they're so beautiful, when up in the morning five seconds after leaving slumber, wearing their suit, when they bring me out for a date, or still flushed from bathing. kissing every portion i may reach, the bridge of their nose, their wrist. peering at them whenever they emerge from any corner softened by love, murmuring their name waking them up when they're half asleep on my chest. hugging them when they request for my embrace, eagerly tipping forward whenever they want to ask me something. deeply enamoured.

[weepingforlilacs]

THIS IS ABOUT SAPPHIC SEX. MEN AND MINORS DNI.

fucking a girl while they’re ovulating is such a fever dream. pussy is wetter than ever and she’s so sensitive ! grope her tits, ass or thighs and poor angel is already whimpering. and forget about taking it slow— her panties are a wet sticky mess since you first kissed her, heart pounding while her mind can only think about being held down so you can fuck her nice and deep. strap hitting that sweet spot over and over, her shaky inner thighs drenched with her juices and that sweet cunt taking everything you give. and fuck, do they get dumb and overstimulated so easily… eyes rolled back and mouth wide open, drool running down on her pretty swollen lips and that soft skin glistening with sweat. and that whiny, broken voice… begging for you to “please, please breed me, breed me, breed me” with their back arched and those teary pretty eyes looking back at you, just waiting to hear “you want me to fill you up, hm princess? then just lie there and take every drop like the cumdump you are.”

[weepingforlilacs]

the combination butch jeans and carabiner and keys and visible boxers and white or black tee and flannel does really truly affect me. affects me in a very serious way. in a way that my heart beats a lot and my head spins with absolute heart eyes. keys dangling while walking and shirt bunching up around their sides absolutely in love in a way that i may not be able to explain

[weepingforlilacs]

sooooo realll it’s even worse when they’re a popular account </3 truly heartbreaking

no i will not message or talk to you first. i will simply admire you or your blog from afar and rely on my telepathy skills to summon you or if im feeling “bold” i’ll do an anon ask !

[weepingforlilacs]

“ i was thinking about you “ “ this reminded me of you “ “ i saw this and thought about you “ “ you were on my mind all day “ aaaaand my clothes are off

[weepingforlilacs]

I looooovvvvveeee dressing femme so much. like little pink satin slips and lace camis, perfume and bows, rosy blush and soft winged eyeliner, the click of my kitten heel shoes. I know you’re looking when I hook my legs over another as I sit down, the top of my lace panties peeking out from my jeans as I reach down to adjust the position of my bag. my lips glossy and soft. wouldn’t you like to come over and see what i look like warm and disheveled and panting on your bed? my lipgloss smeared across your neck?