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So very hot
(via noosa-aussie-2, noosa-aussie-2, steelwingangels)
“There are people out there who will get excited with you, even if they don’t enjoy the same things. Even if they don’t listen to the same music you do, if they don’t read the same books you read, if they don’t play the same games. Even if they don’t really understand, if they don’t get what you’re talking about half of the time. But they’ll listen and they’ll hype you up, and they know how much it means to you to be seen and to be heard, and so they give you their attention. These are the best kind of people. If you happen to have someone like this in your life, don’t you ever let them go.”
— the best kind of people / n.j.
I greeted him at the door on 4" heels, a high ponytail, and a satin apron.
He pushed me into my apartment with hungry kisses and desperate gropes.
I peeled back the layers of a long day at work: briefcase with a thud by the door and the friction of his belt through each belt loop. The buckle jingling as it fell to the floor.
He bent me over the table and thrust himself against my back and ass before unzipping and revealing his excitement to me. I ran the stiletto heel up his inseam while using the mental map of his body to guide my hands to revisit my treasure.
His mouth and hands raced to discover every spot that would make me gasp or moan. I cocked my head and squirmed in the shadow of his stature. The high ponytail danced against my skin.
He grasped my long brown tresses at the tip and recalled all the photos and videos in his wank bank of arched backs and bent necks.
He yanked so hard that he herniated C5-6. During the surgery for my artificial disc replacement, my surgeon found a bone shard 3mm from my spinal cord.
The man who whispered in my ear of how i was “marriage material” moved to Toronto 2 weeks after he damn near made me into a quadriplegic. He closed on a house the day of my surgery.
To this day, I jump when someone puts their hands near my head. My ears ring constantly. And every time I see one of you all post a photo of someone having their hair pulled, I think about all the pain one dumb, badly-executed move caused me.
1. Get consent. 2. Give warning. 3. Grab slowly and smoothly at the roots 4. Movement comes from the wrist (minimizes chance of injury to directional force) 5. If need be, let the person with the hair being pulled hold on to your wrist to either limit your movement or as a failsafe. 6. Over time develop trust with your partner to dial up neck extension, force, or speed.
All that and the fucker never even gave me a single orgasm.
“There’s a riot in my heart and I‘ve been dying to tell you how I feel, dying a little every day that you’re oblivious to the walls I keep having to rebuild because of you. The thing is you’re not sorry and you will never be because you’re used to me falling over my own to feet in order to impress you. I don’t know how to stop needing you, not yet, but one day I will lay down my weapons and I will stop fighting for you with everything that I have. But that day is not now, nor will it be tomorrow. Until I no longer see your smile when I close my eyes, I will have to wait for the war drums in my chest to quiet.”
— riot / n.j.
DARK & LUXE
♠️…rouge
Yesssssss
I want magic.
Che fastidio quando cammini e si infilano in quel piccolo e stretto spazio tra una nautica e l'altra, e cerchi in tutti i modi di spostarle con non chalance e, alla fine, te ne freghi e lasci che ti guardino, basta arrivare a quel benedetto.. sollievo..
MG
“My mother used to tell me time would heal all wounds, but it’s been two years and I’m starting to think that maybe she only told me what she wanted me to believe. I mean the pain has dulled to a soft throb at the back of my head and most of the time I’m not really aware of it, but sometimes I jolt awake at night with your name on my lips and the ghost of your hand clasped in mine and at this point I don’t know if I’m going insane or if it’s become a habit of mine to count all of the ways I’ve been missing you. How your laughter filled every room. How you told your stories in a way that always felt like I belonged in them as much as you, only that I never did. How being held by you felt like home. My mother used to tell me time would heal all wounds, and at some point it might just do that. But I can’t erase a connection like ours. Even if so much time passes that I barely remember the exact colour of your eyes or the freckles on your nose, it can’t do everything that happened that made me want to keep a part of your memory alive.”
— time heals all wounds / n.j.
I know
I love you
Yet
The chest
Tightens
When I see
the signs
That you losing
that love
For me
My heart is frail
And cannot be helped
No matter
The scars
Are on it
Yet i know
You loved me
Until you saw the flaws
That i possess
Which was my fear
That again
I was not
good enough
It makes me wonder
Will anyone
See what I have to give
Or is this
An endless cycle
Of pain
That the truth is
I'm not enough
- Q.C
as pretty as a flower
as bright as the stars
her loved fades just as quickly
and feels twice as far
always just out of reach
and too sweet to be true
we burned out with a hiss
and never came back into bloom
-mars