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table-first · 12 hours
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trepuntini · 1 day
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se questa vita ha un senso, lo trovo solo nella ricerca di me stessa seppellita da educazione, conformismo, apparenza. nella speranza di ritrovarmi, per essere ciò che sono destinata ad essere.
© Jhk
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so-middle-movie · 2 days
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Маленькая история. Переехала в новую квартиру и нашла в подъезде кошку. И не одну , а с пятью котятами. Не смогла сдержаться и забрала их себе. Котята новорожденные. Буквально день-два от роду. Мама очень сильно возмущалась. Молодой человек только закатывает глаза. А я не смогла пройти мимо. Теперь думаю, что делать с этим семейством.
Кошка, самое милейшее создание. Ласковая. Спокойно доверяет мне котят. Ее я точно оставлю себе. Но проблема еще и в том, что я скоро на практику на 2,5 месяца уеду. И ее отдать на это время некому.
В общем, потихоньку думаю выкладывать котят на Авито. И думаю куда девать кошку. Очень сложно .
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thewaitingluna · 3 days
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My mind is so used to dissociating that I have not been present for a lot of things.
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thepathetickind · 3 days
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she was scared of writing a whole page, that she would let everyone look inside, afraid to show herself to the world, show all her vulnerability, her true feelings put into words
by laurenmaerie, delete everything, hide it away for no one to see
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naughtygoodgrl · 23 hours
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She takes me to a party. I don’t know who will be there but I know she wants us to play. She sits me in a chair in the middle of a room. Men and women surround us. Expectation covers their face as she unties my dress. Initially it gapes so that everyone can see my underwear but then she pushes it off my shoulders revealing my skin and black stockings, suspenders and bra.
“My good girl remembered to leave her panties at home,” she says loud enough for the group to hear. “Are you wet knowing that all these people can see you? They all want to fuck you but you’re mine to play with.”
I glance up at the faces of the strangers. They open their clothes so they’re all in underwear or naked.
My legs tremble and my heart feels like it’s going to explode as she kneels down and pushes my thighs apart.
“Are you ready for me, baby girl?”
I nod shakily. Words have died on my tongue.
She brushes my pussy with her fingers. “Very ready. You’re so fucking wet for me. So fucking wet for all these people,” she announces in a commanding voice. “You’re not going to move an inch while I play with you. No one will play with you unless I tell them they can.”
Hunger emanates from the faces around me as she lowers her head and licks my pussy. She sucks my click before drawing her tongue from my bottom to my pussy. I close my eyes but she grips my thighs.
“Watch them. Watch how they play with themselves because they desperately want to fuck you. But no one gets to fuck you. You’re mine, baby girl.”
She continues to lick and suck. She thrusts her fingers in my pussy as she takes me nearer to orgasm. Men are stroking their cocks as they watch. They are bursting with how much they want to fuck me. Women finger themselves as they moan their desires. Everyone wants to fuck me.
“Cum for me,” my lady tells me. “Imagine being passed around all these strangers. Each one of them licking and sucking you. Each one playing with your beautiful wet pussy. There’s a good girl.”
One stranger makes eye contact with me as I thrust my pussy against my lady’s mouth. Will she invite him into a side room for a private show? Will she let him touch me? I cum against her face as he steps closer. I throw my head back and scream in pleasure. My body writhes against the chair and I whimper the desire that owns me whenever my lady is in control.
“My girl,” she says before kissing me hard on the mouth, our tongues intertwining and her fingers inside me as my climax owns me just like she owns me.
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We call ourselves humans but we tend to run away from the very thing that makes us human, which is our feelings. We often forget that our feelings are a part of us. For the longest time even I thought having feelings was embarrassing. And I know I'm not the only, one a lot of people still think like that. People think it's cool to desensitize themselves but honestly it's pitiful. You are not cool you are just pathetic for not being able to express your feelings. And I think that's where art comes in, as a way for you to express yourself, as a way to comfort you, as a way to make you feel less lonely and more humane, which is the beauty of art. So, I think art is something that can keep humanity alive.
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Day 86 of Writing Something Everyday
(365 Day Challenge)
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How do I talk to people?
I fumble, words twisting on my tongue like
vocal acrobatics.
The words I have to give- they're right there.
Yet nowhere at the same time,
How do you translate your heart into English?
What defines exactly how I feel?
I come up with nothing.
So I stay silent...
The acrobats dance on my tongue a while longer until they dive off the tip of it.
The other acrobats slide down my cheek to catch their friends gracefully gliding from swing to swing.
It's all just a drop in the bucket I have at my feet.
~Jenni
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wordsandart21 · 2 days
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Platonic Love
In the garden of platonic love,
Where souls dance in harmony,
Not bound by earthly desires,
But by the melody of empathy.
Each glance, a verse of understanding,
Each touch, a stroke of sincerity,
In this realm where hearts entwine,
In the sacred dance of camaraderie.
No need for vows or sweet caresses,
For in this bond, purity thrives,
A sanctuary where spirits soar,
In the symphony of platonic lives.
Like stars that shimmer in the night,
So do these friendships, bright and true,
Guiding us through life's darkest hours,
With love that's steadfast, pure, and new.
- Words and Art (A collection of Poems #1)
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aureumaze · 2 days
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corrupt my mind, I'll build you a shrine. take all the empty space and fill yourself in. i never liked what's inside, you make it right.
—a.m.
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vinnc3nt0 · 2 days
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Commission @hexedcyana
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trepuntini · 1 day
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mi leggi
e scorre lo sguardo tra le parole
le senti addosso
esattamente dove ti hanno portato loro
un'ombra che si muove attorno a te
un calore che richiama
assorto
continui a leggermi
e a cercarmi tra le righe scritte
© Jhk
ti leggo le mie poesie, ascoltami qui
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catarsisnocturna · 2 days
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El amor sigue siendo un fantasma que me asusta por ciertas temporadas. Y lo mató cada que destruyo mis propias ilusiones.
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christapher217 · 2 days
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i told you that you couldn’t leave yet, “a good song is playing.” you said you didn’t know the words but you stayed anyways.
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