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#i ache for you
euesworld · 1 year
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"I ache for you, for you to speak to me with an untold softness in your voice.. whisper in my ear that you love me, tell me that you want some more. I ache for you, to hear the things that make you tick.. I want to know your mind, your heart, your soul.. I want to know you so deeply that I feel as if I am swimming an ocean of you. I ache for you.."
I yearn and softly burn as I ache for you - eUë
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heartofmuse · 1 year
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I ache for you so much it is a incesant beat in the middle of my chest, a whirlwind of longing churning every wave in the sea of my heart towards your shore.
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ziainpoetry · 10 months
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"I don't get it. How do you expect me to be okay after not hearing from you for days? Do you really think your absence doesn't matter to me? Or do you just not care? Which one is it?"
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(17:43 | 23-June-2023)
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ajumeolli · 2 years
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boyhoneypot · 26 days
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i am one with you
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We spoke a bit today. It wasn't anything ground breaking. Might as well have been elevator small talk. It has been 67 days since we parted ways. You mentioned moving. I can't help but picture you moving in with the girl you've fallen for. I am so scared for you. I am terrified of your constitution not being enough when she breaks your heart. It's all in my head, it's not even happening. But the pain I have for you is like a dull ache with a sharp point. Occasionally it digs into me, brings tears to my eyes. But most of the time it's just like dragging around a box of rocks. And I don't mind the rocks. I've had them a long time, some of them are nice to look at. But they don't offer me any relief should I make an attempt at escaping the sharpness.
I've made some stupid decisions since we split. A lot, actually. You were my motivation to be better, and now that you have cast me aside I just. I guess I don't really care as much. I've become impulsive. I got drunk a few days ago. I still don't enjoy being drunk, but it's better than the ache sometimes. Don't worry, I'm not going to start going on benders and shit. I just. Need any kind of escape. Everything fell apart when I lost you. I still haven't even found all the pieces yet.
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reinbeaumyrtle · 11 months
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stuckinapril · 7 months
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Does anyone want to be friends or to maybe fall in love with me so deeply that we find each other in the next life and every life after that bc our connection is unbreakable across lifetimes
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rosekasa · 5 months
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i think what i adore about ladynoir beyond high school age (18 and over) is the opportunity it leaves for some of the most DELICIOUS best friends to lovers scenarios. because, like, two people who've been fighting side by side for years? who've known each other long enough to make jokes about it, haha remember when we were fourteen and you-- we AGREED to never speak of it!!!! who've spent so long learning each other inside out, even, in chat noir's case, getting over feelings, that the idea of anything romantic between them is so far off the radar that they don't feel the need for certain boundaries, because why would it matter if they made jokes about how attractive they find each other, about getting married, about how they could totally mess with the rest of the miracle team by pretending they're hooking up because it's so far out of the realm of possibility.
but then there would be that imperceptible shift. the moment where one of them makes a joke and it feels just a bit more loaded than it should. gazes lingering where they never lingered and playful smiles turning curious. the sudden awareness that, while maybe they were cuddling on a rooftop with their best friend, they were also wrapped up in the arms of someone they trust with their lives, and is extremely attractive, and, wait, if the only reason it was platonic before was because there were no feelings, what does THIS mean?
THE TENSION. THE PINING. THE INHERENT MESS OF BEING IN YOUR TWENTIES. PLEASEEEE
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mienar · 1 year
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remnants of where we have been
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euesworld · 1 year
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"I want to feel your passion, your hunger, your fire as you touch me with soft hands that want to consume me.. with the eager fingers of a darling dreamer, so much hunger, intoxicated on desire and craving me. Give me your sweet passion, give me what I ache for.. what I need. Give me you.."
Come to me and then succumb to me - eUë
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cweampier · 1 year
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i have nasty thoughts about leon’s arms. like sex from behind, holding your back against his hard chest, his big hand is around your throat and the other is around your waist and all you can do is grab at it pathetically bc he’s hitting it so good.
i’m sorry i had to share it w someone bc it’s driving me insane
EATS YOUR BRAIN WHOLE.. like a zombie. cause you’re so right? especially in the remake i’ve been squelching at the sight of them. re4 leon, he’s a bit of a meanie pants here.. he loves you i prommy </3
cw for dubcon (?) per request
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leon listened intently as you whined about how you couldn’t take it, of course you couldn’t, you could never take shit you fucking ask for. he gritted his teeth, adjusting the grip he had on your throat as he kept slamming into you relentlessly. you couldn’t do anything, you were practically melded into him, ass pressed against his pelvis so perfectly as he looked down to enjoy the view of the way it recoiled with each threatening, almost possessive thrust. you couldn’t control the way your hips convulsed in his hold, the way your mouth remained agape as your nails dug crescent shaped imprints into his toned forearm that was wrapped securely around your waist.
he wasn’t gonna let you run, fuck no he wasn’t. “you sit there n’ fuckin’ take me like you were begging to do so. don’t get cold feet on me now, hon.” he tuts, mischief laced in his tone as the tip of his cock kissed up against your cervix deliciously, causing you to cry out in mind-numbing ecstasy. you babbled incoherently and he scoffed at your attempts to vocalize how you felt. he knew he was doing a good job, he just knew it. the only thing he could make out was his name in mantra. his breaths became more ragged as a shit-eating-grin stretched across his face.
he felt your cunt squeeze around the base of his dick for dear life, almost for mercy as he continued to abuse it. it was his pussy anyway. he fucking owned it and you knew he did, like a good girl. “gonna cum on my cock, baby? yeah, i fucking want you to.. fuuuck yes,” he cursed under his breath as he released his hold on you, shoving you on all fours before pressing a firm hard down on your lower back, arching your ass towards him.
you gripped at the sheets pathetically, eyes rolling back in searing pleasure as your knees threatened to buckle beneath you. you heaved as leon tightened his grip on your hips, somehow delving deeper inside your aching pussy as it noisily responded to his efficacy. “hoh’fuck, leon.. fucking—feels s’good..” you stammered, grinding your hips against his own to give him leverage to meet you halfway. he tossed his head back in tandem, filling the room with those pretty whines of satisfaction.
“‘m gonna cum so fucking hard inside you, sweetheart..” he rasped, leaning over to capture your lips into a sloppy kiss, coating his lips with your drool as they glistened in the weak lighting of the room. “pussy feels so good.. ‘t’s all mine too..” ૮꒰ ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 23 days
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Daddy, don't go.
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inkskinned · 9 months
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it just sucks because nothing is ever fucking made for you, and if it is made for you like 75% of the time it gets chopped into little pieces by every person alive because this is the one thing you have, so it has to prove itself to you.
like, a thing can't just be for women. men need to assign it to women. women have to experience "must" or "should" before their hobbies and passions - women are allowed to do silly, passive things like tuck our ankles and titter behind a fan, or something. women are allowed to, they are welcomed to. like the world is a house and we are supposed to be in the kitchen and now we are being given the divine right to enter the living room if we bring chips
because when it becomes for you, or about you, that is when the thing is vile. you should/must wear makeup so you can appear beautiful to men. once you wear makeup for yourself, or because you yourself enjoy putting it on, then you are no longer doing the right thing. there is a reason men hate certain fashion trends. there is a reason men hate things like the pumpkin spice latte - because it's not about them. you are buying it because it is good for you. they degrade your passions and interests. there is a reason women-led fields are largely seen as being "not a real" profession. when you are a good cook, that is because you can provide for him. close your eyes. you're not going to be a chef, be honest. that is a man making food for himself.
bras are made so breasts will be appealing to men. they are rarely about comfort or support. you have given up entirely on the idea of pockets. young girls have to worry about a shorter inseam on their shorts. a girl on instagram gets her septum pierced, and men in the comments are rabid about it - i just want to rip it out of her face. she'd be beautiful without it.
and fucking everything is for them. even the media that is "for you" is for them, eventually. remember "my little pony"? remember how hard it is to convince any executive to believe that little girls are worth selling to? in the media that is for you, you see little ways that you still need to make it accessible for them - the man is always powerful, smart, masculine. he is a man's man. the media usually forgives him. it usually says okay, some men are awful, but hey! gotta love 'em. because if you don't hold their hands and say "this is literally just a story about my lived reality", they shit their pants about it. they demand you put them into the media that's for you.
these are people who are so used to glutting themselves on the world. they are used to having every corner and every dollar and every place of leadership. so you say can i please have one slice of cake, just for myself, please, holy shit. and they fucking weep about it. they say you're being unfair, because some of their one-thousand-slices aren't beautiful, and your singular cake slice doesn't have their name on it. and aren't you being rude by not offering to share?
and honestly. fucking - yeah, man. you were kind of surprised, because the cake is a little basic (you bake at home, you're way past this stuff). but holy shit, it was nice just to be offered cake in the first place. you're used to having to starve. you're used to getting nothing, but going to the party anyway, because you're expected (professionally) to show up. you liked that it is a simple cake, and that it is warm, and mostly: you like that there is, for once, a cake-for-you.
in the real world, outside of metaphor, it feels like fucking being slapped. barbie didn't even say anything particularly unusual; it literally just made factually evident points. there are less women in leadership than men. we can look at that fact objectively. that is a real thing that is happening. and the movie is aware that it has to defend itself! that it has to spend like half an hour just turning to the camera and saying: i know this is hard for you to understand, but this is a real thing that women experience.
it's just - this is that one kid on the playground who thinks its allowed to hog all the toys. he builds this hoard that nobody else is allowed to even look at, or he'll get aggressive. everyone's a little scared of him, so they let it slide, because his daddy gave him the golden touch. he hates when people cry and thinks bullying is cool. he writes boys only! on a big sign and makes all his friends take "alpha male" classes.
and then girls pick up barbies, because there was nothing left for them. and in the void they've been given, with their scraps: they make long, spiraling narratives about how barbie is actually descended from snakes and has given her righteous followers magical (if concerning) powers and can speak 32 languages (2 of which are animal related) and has big plans for infrastructure (beginning with the local interstate). and the boy comes over, and he has a huge fit about how the girls aren't "including" him. he wants to know why the girls aren't making the story about ken.
"we didn't like your story." the girls blink at him. they point to his war stories and the gi joes and the millions of male-led narratives and how still in the modern day men get two-thirds of the speaking roles in movies and they point to men making mediocre shows that don't get lambasted and they point to men encouraging toxic masculinity and they point to men everywhere, men and men and men. and they say: "how is this our fault? you had ken."
"no!" he is already back to screaming and stomping his feet and tearing at his hair and intentionally reminding them that men are holding back thinly concealed violence and he says: "if it's not for me, it's actually sexism."
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extrashortshorts · 18 days
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>>THAT POLL<<
Interview with unwilling participants and why it wasn't them...
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✌️✨CONGRATULATIONS ✨✌️
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p4nishers · 18 days
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tiffany in i shall wear midnight makes me so fucking sad. like. she's the witch of the entire chalk. she rarely laughs. she calls people NOT EVEN 3 years younger than her 'kids'. she deals with things not even grown man could stomach. she comforts her own father multiple times when he tries comforting her bc she feels BAD for him. she constantly keeps herself in check around EVERYONE. she hates herself for oversleeping or sleeping at all bc she could've DONE things in that time people NEED her. she takes away people's pain every day. she witnesses a murder and its not the first time and she buries the baby and saves the abusive father bc she doesn't want her people's conscience to be tainted with his murder. she plants flowers (WHICH SHE BUYS WITH HER OWN HARD EARNED MONEY) on the grave of an old woman who died bc people said she was a wicked old witch and turned her out of her own house so they wont EVER forget. she has to do it all alone and she wishes she hadn't. she finds in herself sympathy for EVERYONE, no matter how bad they treated her or others. when they lock her in the dungeon her biggest concern is other people . she opened a school bc she wanted ppl to find out who they are like she did. she's not even 16.
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