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This is the type of obsessive shit that I love.

I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous. - Pablo Neruda

Another music thought. Imagine Carole singing hopelessly devoted to you after Gooses death.

I'm sorry my brain woke up and chose sadness.

I have another sad music one but I will wait for y'all to be ready.

Quotes from my notes app:

• And what’s the difference, really? Between pleasure and pain. Love is pleasure. Love is pain. One and the same. He is the artist, bleeding color and light; and she is the canvas, the black surface greedily soaking up every bit he dares offer her. She isn’t sure if the painting inside of her is beautiful, but it makes her feel like she is. Beautiful. A canvas painted pink with pleasure, dotted red with pain. A picture of love all the same.                                                                                                 --but she’s not fallen yet.

BUT NOWWWWWWWW THERES NOWEHRE TO HIDE SINCE U PUSHED MY LOVE ASIDE IM OUT OF MY HEADD HOPELESSY DEVOTED TO YOU HOPELESSELY DEVOTED TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

I am a hopeless romantic. Special emphasis on HOPELESS, but a romantic nonetheless!

Special Someone 💖 (my hopeless romantic music video)

what if i wrote poems until you fell in love or i lost hope?

Enough judging women or calling them "weak and stupid" for being in love with and devoted to a man, even if that man is toxic. Enough scolding women for expressing our feelings, enough calling them "bad for feminism."

This is just another form of misogyny, another way of holding women to your standards.

I SUPPORT THE ROMANTIC LOVERGIRLS! 🩷

(Just trying something new with my writing lol unedited- )

His new religion ~

His thumb smeared the glittery lipgloss across her lips. She looked up at him, waiting, wanting. The look in her eyes was uncertain yet excited. He carefully parted her lips, gently placing the pad of his thumb flat on her tongue.

Her siren eyes stared into him as she curved her tongue around his thumb. The look she gave him brought out something in him. He wasn’t one to do things like this, especially not in the dark hallway of his best friend's home. But she always managed to bring out the worst parts of him. She tantalizes him, she knows she does. She makes him greedy and he makes her…

He pulled his thumb out of her mouth, replacing it with his own. Her taste, her scent, everything. Everything about her drove him crazy. His fingers traced over her collar bones, to her shoulders, down to her waist. His tongue hungrily licked at hers, feeling the piercing she has on her tongue.

His hands went to her ass, then slightly lower to her thighs, she smiled into the kiss immediately knowing what he wanted. Wordlessly she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped. He caught her with no problem and eagerly pressed her against the wall. She parted the kiss panting heavily, a knowing smile on her face as he chased her lips.

“I thought you said last time was the last time?” She teased.

“Kiss me.” He pleaded. Desperate to feel every part of her again.

She brushed her lips against his, feeling herself grow more excited in other places as she felt him press himself against her. She loved the look he gave her, the way he looked at her like he’d stop breathing if she’d so much as take her eyes off of him for a second.

She gave him what he wanted, pressing her lips against his, laughing into it as she felt him jolt. The simplest touch of hers electrifying him.

Tonight again he belonged to her, but she and him both knew that he’d belong to her for as long as she’ll have him.

what’s evil is i still think about you even after it’s all over

The moment I get with someone who writes me poetry and is willing to die for me in battle, it's over for ya'll

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