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dumblr · 5 months
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I need more of you, less of everyone else.
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creatingnikki · 9 months
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I'm doing all of this adulting right. I'm filing my taxes and I am paying bills and I am becoming fluent in corporate speak and I am not saying what I really feel. I am speaking to doctors for my parents' health issues and I am staying away from old lovers and new vices the best I can. I am doing all this. I'm trying to be rational and realistic and cancel my subscription to delulu land. But tonight...tonight I feel like a child who is crying simply because they want something they can't have.
What do I want?
I want you. More precisely I want to feel the peace I felt when I was with you. That summer night in mid July when I was drunk and high but still so very sober, lying next to you giggling, speaking softly. The way you held me. The way you asked me to stay a while and rest. The comfort and safety and peace I felt in those few moments, I haven't felt that in a really long time in the company of another human. I want more of that. I thought we would have more of that. If nothing else.
I was okay with it being so very lowkey that we only met during late evenings and chilled in your dim lit living room talking about art and books and how there are only really limited plot devices with you trying to scan your book collection to find me this particular book. I was okay with you not loving me as long as you were soft towards me and as long as you held me like that. I was okay with not naming this thing anything, throwing away all labels, as long as our eyes kept talking and we kept smiling in each other's presence.
But it seems like you don't need me. You don't need me to feel anything. Your peace is yours. Your comfort and your safety and your intimacy. You have plenty of sources for that. Your life is abundant. Whole. And you know I am happy about that. I love that for you. So, then, instead of needing me, can't you want me?
What can I do to make you want me?
If I stick to all the rational and reason of adulting I know the question to ask isn't that. The question to ask is how can I make my life abundant with peace and comfort and a sense of safety and calm? But until I don't find the answer, can't I come and lay my head on your chest and smell the detergent on your shirt as you hold me close and make it all feel okay? Can't I? Is that really so much to ask?
Can I?
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My curiosity needs more of you.
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random-xpressions · 5 months
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What would my heart choose - more of you or all of you? More of you, just more of you, because all of you is an impossibility, no one can ever grasp infinity with just two hands. Whoever thinks they've had all of you is only befooled. I'll forever ask for more of you, just a little bit more of you, everytime...
Random Xpressions
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temixart · 2 years
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beginagain-archive · 1 year
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i might actually finally hit 11,000 followers soon-ish
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in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off
EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through
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faeriekit · 6 months
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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
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kochei0 · 2 months
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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oncorhynchus-nerka · 2 months
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VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.
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Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)
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I always want more of you.
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anartificialsatellite · 3 months
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The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.
Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?
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temixart · 2 years
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 20 days
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Knowledge Revenge.
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dirtytransmasc · 6 months
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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