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cryptid-mlm · 2 days ago
Fun date ideas for people who live in small towns <3
thrift store
cornfield maybe
look at cows!
walmart again
gas station
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tea-and-yearning · a day ago
Now accepting applications for the position of girls who wanna sit on my lap while I finish up work. It will be gay.
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sophiefenimore · a day ago
yearning is such a beautiful feeling. it's soft and vulnerable and sad and hopeful and authentic and sincere. yearn more, it's good for you
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imfindingsolace · a day ago
I got some new candles for autumn. would love if a boy was here to cuddle me under some blankets with the only light being from my apple pie scented candle and whatever movie we’re not really paying attention to.
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i want to link my pinkie in yours. i want to kiss flour off the tip of your nose. i want to messily paint your nails and let you do the same to mine in turn. i want to picnic with you in the park, checkered red cloth and all. i want to kiss you at the top of the ferris wheel
what a sap you’ve made of me, my darling love
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yorninghours · 2 days ago
"What's wrong?"
Someone's chin is missing on my shoulder, that's what's wrong.
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gyaif · a day ago
love is not a secret. it’s in everything I do. from the way I ask if you’re okay to remembering your favourite coffee just the way you like it, grabbing it on my way to you because your favourite coffee shop isn’t near you. to telling you to text me when you’re home so I know you’re safe (the same way I feel next to you). it’s in the shivers I get when you talk directly in my ear because the train on the way home was too loud. it’s in the way my eyes crinkle the similar to the way yours does when i make you laugh but it’s never quite the same. it’s in the way I always look at ur fingers because you have a terrible habit of picking at the skin and i think the closest thing I know about love is me asking if you always have plasters at home.
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cozy-hearts · 2 days ago
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A Huguenot on St. Bartholomew's Day - John Everett Millais, 1852
"It depicts a pair of young lovers and is given a dramatic twist because the girl, who is Catholic, is attempting to get her beloved, who is a Protestant, to wear the white armband declaring allegiance to Roman Catholicism. The young man firmly pulls off the armband at the same time that he gently embraces his lover, and stares into her pleading eyes. The incident refers to the St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre on August 24, 1572, when around 3,000 French Protestants (Huguenots) were murdered in Paris." (wikipedia)
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ejzah · 2 days ago
A/N: This idea came to me after hearing “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran. He’s not usually my favorite, but a couple lyrics spoke to me. Set sometime between Kensi being rescued from Afghanistan and “Humbug”.
My bad habits lead to late nights, endin' alone
Conversations with a stranger I barely know
Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't
I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do
My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space
And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say
Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape
Nothin' happens after two, it's true, it's true
My bad habits lead to you
Bad Habits
Deeks knows it’s a terrible idea. It’s after 11 at night, he needs to work in the morning, yet he’s driving to Kensi’s apartment anyway. All it took was a four-word text, “What are you doing?”, and he was already reaching for his keys.
It doesn’t matter that he’s promised himself he wouldn’t respond anymore. That he wouldn’t drop everything and anything he was doing to see Kensi. Even though it makes the ache in his chest grow stronger every time.
As he stands outside her door, waiting for her to answer his quiet knock, he pulls in a deep breath. He dreads this moment just as much as he anticipates it.
“Hey,” Kensi says, looking relieved when she sees him. Like she wasn’t sure if he’d actually follow through this time. As usual, she’s dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt with half the letters worn off. Something in Deeks’ chest clenches at the sight of her. It’s so much worse than during the day, when they have work and other people to distract them.
He follows her in, sits on one end of the couch while Kensi grabs a beer. There’s an open bag of pretzels and an empty takeout container on the table, suggesting that Kensi has been camped out for some time.
When she comes back, she puts two bottles of beer on the table, and then sits on the opposite side of the couch.
“So, what are we watching tonight?” he asks, resting his head on his fist. He’s tired, in more way than one. “Models or bad cooks?”
“Actually, I found this version of the Scarlett Pimpernel I used to watch with my dad, sometimes,” she says, flipping to a different channel. Deeks raises an eyebrow at the period costumes that fill the screen, which definitely isn’t in Kensi’s normal wheelhouse. “It’s set around the French Revolution,” Kensi continues.
Deeks would like to say that he’s not interested as she explains the premise of the movie, but that would be an outright lie. He’s thrilled to learn another little thing about her, that she’s willing to share another piece of herself with him.
At some point, the distance between them begins to shrink,-Deeks restlessly shifts a few inches towards the center, Kensi moves closer to whisper something in his ear-until Kensi’s leaning against his shoulder. Her body heat is overwhelming and simultaneously not enough. Deeks wants to pull her closer just as much as he needs to move away. He does neither.
Kensi snuggles in closer, both of them pretending that there’s absolutely nothing wrong, that this doesn’t cross the shaky boundaries they’ve established. It would be so easy to turn his head just a little. Kensi’s cheek, her lips, are so close.
She sighs, head shifting on his shoulder, falling onto his chest, as Kensi succumbs to sleep. He wants to kiss her so badly, to hold her like he’s only been allowed to on a few occasions. He wants this. All the time and not just in the few moments when they let their control slip.
Closing his eyes against a fresh wave of regret, Deeks starts to maneuver his way out from under Kensi, needing to escape. Just as he frees one arm, one of Kensi’s hands clenches in his shirt.
“Where you going?” she mumbles, eyes still closed, barely awake, but concern in her voice. Deeks stops immediately, even though he could easily pull free.
“Nowhere,” he lies, resting his hand on her back. “Go back to sleep.” She settles back in with a contented sigh.
His heart aches more than ever and he knows that it will be so much worse in the morning when they pretend it never happened. It kills every time he leaves in the early morning, “friends” once more.
Every time he swears he won’t do it again and every time he fails.
It’s a bad habit. One he can’t ever seem to break.
A/N: Lyrics from “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran.
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cryptid-mlm · 2 days ago
I want a boy I can stay up late texting with :-( someone who'll send me good night and/or good morning texts :-(((
mlm/nblm only
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querentiaa · 2 months ago
thinking about the casual intimacy of showing someone you love an unfinished work of art, the underlying message saying, i trust you with my unpolished heart
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cromchychipdip · 7 months ago
What I would give to eat lunch with my friends in school and peel the sticker off my fruit and put it on their clothes and say "you cost 60 cents" or "you're a pear." I miss that.
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sweetnd · 7 months ago
love really just is *sharing blankets* *driving together in silence* *this song made me think of you* *i made them for you* *having the most fun just talking* *cold hands warm hearts* *i got home safe* *you said you needed one so i found one for you*
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pyroxenik · 4 months ago
microdosing on intimacy by running my hand through my own hair
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i-ll-be-the-moon · 7 months ago
on all levels except physical i'm crawling into my friend or lover's arms so they can hold me while they play on their phone or read or something
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feel-like-expl0sions · 9 months ago
chasing cars by snow patrol really hits harder everytime i listen to it like,, what if i DID just lay here???? would u lie with me and just forget the world??????? please???????????
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chaosbutmakeitcute · 3 months ago
only 5 more days of pride who's going to confess their love for me before it's too late
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