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hedonisticteeth · 1 year
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you.
you, a warm bed and the duvet that covers us.
you, the warmth in meals we make and share, and the salt we use to season them.
you, a song to be sung in warm showers, a lovely tune to enjoy through the house.
you reach inside and you gut me. disembodied and disemboweled, all I see is a green sunset overtaken by golden pink when I see your blown out pupils watching me watching you. Searching for answers, both of us, in each other. I feel spores in my lungs. your mycelium reaching out for mine. I couldn't give this up; the blood in my mouth tastes like you.
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hedonisticteeth · 1 year
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currently working on self publishing a poetry collection while also writing a real novel/novella based on the hitchhiker serial killer/picks up hitchhikers serial killer concept (plot twist, they fall in love instead of friendship). sorry for the absolute lack of posts. should be posting a few poems soon!!
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hedonisticteeth · 1 year
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Dragon
curled up at your feet,
wrapped around you like gold and glistening rubies,
something precious to covet with your fingers in my hair,
tickling my skin and sending hellfire down my lonely spine.
sit me there,
you tell me I'm good, a good boy and a sweet thing,
something you can taste on your tounge when you see me look up at you with awe.
it tastes like metal on my tongue when I look away.
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hedonisticteeth · 1 year
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inspo word!!! concrete!
And so I've sunken in,
if only by an inch or two,
embedded in you like sand in an oyster.
When you've had your fill of me,
given me all the love you could stand to spare for me,
taken what looked good, what suited you,
will you spit me out anew and wondrous?
will you be able to?
I hope that we cure,
the concrete hardening around us and keeping us safe.
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hedonisticteeth · 3 years
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I like teeth.
me too babycakes!!! i missed you :(
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I like teeth. I like teeth and the marks they leave, the way they mar me and make me feel more whole. Take parts of me with you, it could never hurt.
I like teeth. But you never bare yours. Not to me. Not unless I ask. You're kind and loving and ask me how much sleep I've gotten or if I've eaten today. When you fantsize about me in your sheets, you're gentle and sweet. And I am full.
I like teeth, but I love your hands. They can dig into the spots your teeth can't reach. Love the spots nobody else can see. I'll be under your fingernails long after I'm gone, hard to scrub away and harder to want to scrub away.
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hedonisticteeth · 3 years
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I do not wish to only warm your bed, but your heart as well. I wish to warm you. Warm your knuckles and the tips of your fingers and toes like you've come in from the cold so the warmth bites at first, dying to a gentle, loving gnaw.
I want my warmth to gnaw and love and kiss away the cold. To be a kindling log you can sleep next to with zero fear or worry. To be the sun on your back through the window when you wake up. To be the soup you imbibe on when you feel more alone than you'd like, hoping to get something more out of it than just sustenance.
I hope to warm you. I hope to push my gentle fingers into your hair and curl them in, my nails scritching softly at the door. I hope to hold you against me, let you lay atop me so you can share in my warmth, shoulder it however you like, as long as you do so.
I long to feel our warmths, a cohesive and loving thing, hugging in on itself and finding comfort in its own arms like I do in yours.
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hedonisticteeth · 3 years
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I've never met you, never felt you or heard you intimately in a way a phone could never imitate.
but I miss you.
I miss waking up and your face being the first thing I see, eyelashes to cheeks, your eyes rolling to and fro behind your eyelids as you dream.
I miss feeling the hot spray of the shower against my back and hearing the door click open, only to listen to you brush your teeth in the simple verbal silence.
I miss wrapping my arms around your waist while you cook dinner, smiling against the spot between your shoulders that only my lips can touch. I argued with you that I wanted to make the food, but you insisted. I miss feeling warm and full on the couch and watching all the shows we've told each other about.
I miss not being able to sleep at night, up until the late morning hours, passing out just before you leave for work and sleeping until you come home. The bed is warm for you when you do.
I miss writing side by side with you, page after page of vastly different plots, three different worlds in one room because we exist together.
I miss linking my pinkie with yours when we need our space but not that much space.
I miss you.
And I've never even met you.
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hedonisticteeth · 3 years
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when you're alone in bed at night, do you say God's name or mine?
when you write against the sheets, do you pant or do you whine?
when you dig your heels into the mattress, do you sound like you're being saved or like you're in a sweet kind of pain?
when your bones melt into fabric and the springs and down through the wooden frame, I'll imagine the rain leaking through my ceiling and dripping into my skin and my bed are parts of you for me to keep.
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hedonisticteeth · 3 years
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most ardently, i will love you til my last breath,
and you loved me til yours,
what a shit way of showing it, keeping me on my toes,
i can't believe i had to mourn you twice.
sweet hazel eyes gone grey and covered
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hedonisticteeth · 3 years
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he was just so scared.
he was always scared.
don't be scared,
we'll see each other again.
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hedonisticteeth · 4 years
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I wish I was more active on here so I could interact with my following and y'all actually liked me or liked talking to me tbh
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hedonisticteeth · 4 years
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me on any of my scars: what if i got a comfort tattoo over that spot that's related to the story behind it or negates the trauma behind it
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hedonisticteeth · 4 years
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there are crows in my back yard making crying noises
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hedonisticteeth · 4 years
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upside to having rlly bad adhd: I go back and forth between writing poem series and fanfiction
downside: if they are not done immediately upon my starting i will be anxious for 2 weeks
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hedonisticteeth · 4 years
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NOT YALL STILL TALKING AB MY ASS ICE PLEASE.
also sammy you ARE 100% brat shut up
Every single time I take the bdsm test it tells me I'm 100% brat this is a personal attack
is it wrong though
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