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It would have been better if I had never met him at all.

But, I am glad that you hurt me

first.

Your cut was deep and gentle. He planted the jagged branch of a tree inside the wound and twisted it to a fro. I did not scream. I remembered the way you cut me open, and I smiled. At least your hands were warm.

I would have taken 6 more gashes from your blade instead of the agony with which he wracked my small frame.

You kissed me under candlelight, deliberate and slow. He kissed me under a fool's moon, and when I hugged him, he let go

first.

This gif is so niche. If you know where it came from, then let's get married in paris

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from The Sleepwalker

[Text ID: "The terror of true love was beginning."]

That stage in the crush where you listen to maneater songs so you don't crash out waiting for a text even though deep down you're just a lovergirl and you just wanna hold hands and talk about anime.

*basking aggressively*

mid march mantra

You break me like a mug and tell me to put myself back together and hold your coffee.

Why aren't cuddle hookups a thing? I just want someone to drop everything at midnight to come and hold me for a long time. Just because I seem soft and beautiful, and they need to be held too. I want to run my fingers through someone's hair.

That is all.

As you were, peasants.

I'm not crying, it's just so dusty in here😭#this might be one of the most beautiful things I've ever read 🌹

Where the sky becomes the sea (English Translation) 

I tried many times to be poetic in loving you, but passion consumed me, like an earthquake devouring a building with its tectonic jaws.

Still, I cannot weave words in a way you would understand.

Every time you say my name, I want to weave my bones with yours, because I am tired of explaining the inexplicable, that which burns beneath my skin.

I would cut my soul into a million pieces to illuminate your way home.

I am an army of candles bringing eternal fire to your temple, waiting in the shadows of your heart, because I do not fear your darkness; my light belongs to it.

And if you were the sky, I would be the sea, absorbing your light and returning it in golden glimmers, while I flow towards you to the horizon.

And together, we could name the stars, one by one, until the universe is ours.

✦ @dervishlatino | NNF نشوان نازاريو فيريرا ✦

Somehow, my boss is like Captain Holt from Brooklyn 99, and as foretold, I'm becoming such an Amy Santiago ....

I looked at myself in the mirror while blow drying my hair and said "we are so back" in that over dramatic Disney kid tone of voice, and I immediately started hearing groovy background music playing in my head.

"Hi, the names Reverie, I'm the new kid in this town. Nobody knows who I am, but they will."

*Camera pans up from my feet to show my super hip, trendy 2016 azz outfit XD*

"What would Jesus do?"

No, what would Sabrina do?

"I would do anything for you"

Yeah well I only asked for simple things, and you couldn't do that. At the end of the day I didn't really want all the grand gestures, I wanted to feel safe, I wanted intimacy.

It's ok, we're just not the same.

This story sounds familiar hmmMMmM🤔

i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.

on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.

someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please

*doubles over in agony*

The Shape of a Lack

You like a woman shaped like an absence / You like a woman who you can read like a mystery / You like an actress, ready and willing to recreate your favorite pornography / You like a good gander at your own reflection / You like a woman who is a mirror / She's flat, and bright, and all about you / You like a woman like a deer in the road / Crushed beneath your careless wheels / She's a mangled mess of thin, knotted limbs / But it's her own fault / She saw your lights and she froze / You like a woman like a blunt instrument / She's an implement to inflict injuries of your own self-hatred / You like a woman who you can put in a trophy case / So that you can invite other men to come have a gaze / So that other men can look at her and pat you on the back / So that other men can covet what you have / And just maybe that will heal the wound in the shape of your dad / You like a woman in the shape of a lack / She's a beautiful gap for you to fill / She's a handy little rag to clean up your spills / You like a woman you can burn through as quickly as striking a matchstick / You like a woman you can grift / After all, what use is having her if it says nothing of your own cleverness? / You want a woman like a party-trick / That, or a dog you can kick / You want to toss your stick out into the wilderness / Sit back and watch as she faithfully runs off to retrieve / You want a woman who won't ask you to stay / You want a woman who will never leave

It's true that you must leave behind the old to welcome the new. But make sure you bring into the future the best of you.

Rebirth means parting with fragility Relinquish in place of the unknown However tumultuous or composed Controlled sacifice for betterment

wpm

I want to be a kitten on someone's lap and keep them immobilized for hours.

That is all.

As you were, peasant. *shoos you away*

When drew taggart said "There's no end to the hypocrisy of the human heart" and when Virginia Woolf said “What if I told you I'm incapable of tolerating my own heart?” and when Albert Camus said "There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart" and when D. Antoinette Foy said "If chaos is a work of art then my heart is a masterpiece.”

I just opened Tumblr, I did NOT expect to be slapped in the feelz like that😭

And from between my ribs will sprout little weeds, from the shallow surface of my shallow grave --

I care not if they are pretty, or invasive --

If I couldn't be filled with someone's love, in life? then at least I can be a home for something living, in death.

V. Rue, 2025.

before you...there was only hunger a gnawing ache that lived in my ribs like something forgotten yet still alive a voice that murmured from shadowed corners i watched you from a careful distance never close enough to touch or claim just close enough to believe you were mine a ghost i kept breathing into existence

Life is a gift. Don't slap away her outstretched hand. Show that you are grateful by being kind and gentle.

Why so often must

"deserving"

be used as a cudgel we wield, blunt and unwieldy, against our own hearts?

No one "deserves" anything --

The world just is, and things just are.

If it is offered and you wish for it? Take.

If you desire to give it, then offer it without fear --

You are valid simply for being --

Worthy of being seen as who you are --

Maybe it's alright to reach out for the things that you desire,

without forcing your way into guilt for things you have not done and have not yet happened --

Maybe it's alright to just be.

"affirmation to self, letter to a friend." V. Rue, 2025.

It's not an act of love if you make her

"All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant

Just an appendage, live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

24∕7, baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

It's not an act of love if you make her

You make me do too much labour."

- Labour by Paris Paloma

Happy Women's day to all beautiful women who continue to be brave even after the world tries its best to shut down their efforts, their voices.

We are connected to eachother through legend and myth.

"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."

–Jonathan Gottshall

I want to look like I stepped out of a black and white film sometimes.

Is that too much to ask?

I felt her words crawl upon my skin. Slowly. Deliberately. Time felt still as they pried open my chest and laid siege to my heart. Without a single touch, I was made to love her. Only her. ~ B.T.

Rainbow Refraction

As the stars fall from the sky I catch them in a wicker basket to weave into your hair and make you shine Polished, perfect, like diamond prisms catching a lazy sunbeam Rainbows refraction Beautiful in every way Who needs the sun? I've got you to warm up my life

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

The feminine urge to put lipstick kisses all over his neck, take a picture of it and make it my lock screen~♡

Have you lived?

Have you loved?

Have you felt the burning of passion or heard the softness of a lullaby?

Have you ridden a bike, felt the wind in your hair?

Have you laughed so hard your belly ached? Have you shared that laugh with a friend?

If you've ever helped someone,

If you've ever been brave when you were afraid,

If you choose every single day, to be better than you were yesterday,

I don't care what the world says.

You've done something.

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931

I did it folks. I finally wrote a smvtty story without getting shy XD. Is it good? Debatable. Is it finished? Yes (although I might make a part two just for the fun of it.) And that's all that really matters.

The draft has been posted here on my blog in case you're feeling inquisitive.

Tentatively titled "Naptime fantasies." Although that's a bit too on the nose for my taste.

🔞

In the late afternoon, I lie on my bed.

The sunglow seeps through spaces in the blinds and warms my soft brown skin. I trace the outline of my hip with my forefinger, admiring my new panties. They're hemmed with delicate lace, and there's a little pink rosebud made of tightly coiled ribbon stitched to the center of the waistband, directly beneath my n@vel. It makes me feel like a sweet little candy all wrapped up nicely. An image of my boyfriend's reaction to a picture of me like this popping up on his phone flashes through my mind. Heat rises to my face and I push my phone a little further away from myself on the bed. Of course I can't send him a picture of me like this! What will he say? What if he barely responds at all! I'd be mortified. But what if he likes it?... In my mind, I see him at the end of my bed, parting my legs to lie on top of me. His hand traveling from my collarbones all the way down my body and - oh, you know where. I try not to think of that for too long. The reason I laid down here was to take a simple nap before returning to finish my housework. It's time for my Sunday reset, after all. But I can already feel a bit of pressure building between my thighs.

I hop off the bed to look out the window at the stillness of the neighborhood. I can see the driveway and the house across the street which has been adorned with myriad flowers by the elderly couple that lives there. I can't help but imagine my boyfriend's car in the driveway. Imagine him looking through the window and seeing me, giving me a shy smile as I shimmy my hips playfully. I open the window to let in a little bit of fresh air, in hopes of distracting myself. The scent of spring with all its youthful exhilaration wafts in.

I inhale deeply and stretch upwards with the warm sun beaming down on my face. The cool breeze slips up my cropped, very baggy white camisole, and kisses my n¡pples. In response, they harden to peaks. I immediately cup my hands over my bre@sts, worried that someone might glance at my window and see me like that. My bre@sts are a bit too big to fit in my hands. E cups that sway with every step, so I can never go braless without garnering a lot of attention. My n¡pples are hypersensitive, with @reolas that dimple at the slightest touch. Any chance of distracting myself from the growing heat between my thighs vanished with the breeze coming through my window when I cupped my tits. My nap time fantasies made me even more sensitive to the warm touch. A jolt of pleasure shot through my chest and melted into a drop of soothing ecstasy.

"There goes nap time" I giggle to myself.

My hands begin to massage my chest in large circles. Cupping my bre@sts and fondling them gently. Now my n¡ps are even more pronounced, and when I glance down I can see them jutting out through the thin fabric of my camisole.

I give them a teasing flick. A breathy m0an escapes my lips. Warmth drips onto my panties from that simple touch.

So I begin to flick my n¡pples, one after the other in quick succession. Bliss swirls my chest. I just want more. A gentle pinch and a tug gives me a twing of pain mingled with the pleasure, causing my knees to buckle under me.

I quickly moved to the bed and lied down on my back, rubbing my @reolas in soothing strokes. Every now and then I encircled one of the hardened peaks in between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sound of excitement to escape me.

I bend my knees upward and begin to squirm as I moved my fingertips faster.

I tease the waistband of my panties with one hand while the other brushes across my entire chest. My chest is heaving up and down, my tummy shivers with every light touch.

My fantasies swirl out of control now. I can't help but wonder what it would be like if I were seen. A moment ago the idea frightened me. But now, entangled in the thrall of my ar0usal, I found it so exciting. I know everyone in the neighborhood is probably off at work. So I felt safe enough, during these quiet hours, to slowly part my legs in front of the window. I reach down to feel myself, and my fingers are met with a slick, warm, puddle seeping through my pretty little panties. I wonder if it could be seen from outside, just how wet I am.

Sliding my fingers up and down my slit is enough to make me shiver with ecstasy. My hips buck when I pass over my cl¡t with featherlight touches. The lack of pressure is torment, but I enjoy holding off my own release. My back arches away from my mattress as my pvssy throbs with need. I can feel myself soaking through my panties as I deny myself sweet release for a little longer. My mind has gone to another place now. I am floating in the middle of space, surrounded by my own pleasure sounds.

That's when it happens.

I hear a voice calling my name. The single word tumbled out, a startled, urgent, breathless sound. I recognize the voice immediately. In a panic, I rip my blanket off my bed and wrap it around my half naked body, sitting up to face my boyfriend, staring at me through the open window, jaw slacked, obviously shaken.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I didn't - I didn't mean - to - to watch. I swear." He stammers.

I am quivering from the anxiety and hypersensitivity reverberating through my entire body, and absolutely stupefied into silence.

"I wanted to surprise you, because you said today - today was a boring day, so I tried to knock and you didn't hear me, and then I heard some - some sounds. So I - I came to investigate." He shifts his weight uncomfortably, and starts to move away from the window. "I'm so sorry. I'll come back another time. I really didn't mean -"

"Wait no, no." I interrupt him. He freezes in place. I take a deep breath, summoning my courage. "I... liked it."

"What?" The word comes out soft and weak. I can see redness spreading across the bridge of his nose.

His blush only makes me want him more.

"I liked... that you saw me." I tell him.

I try to steady my quavering legs as I stand up to raise the window higher, with the blanket clutched around my neck, falling over my shoulders, providing minimal coverage.

My heart is pounding in my ears.

We are so close now, with only glass between us. I breathe as slowly as possible. My voice is barely above a whisper.

"Do you want to come in?"

Behold, a spiral of insanity