Ice.
“you deserve ice, the physical kind and the abbreviation kind”
So you became an arctic.
I should have dressed properly.
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Ice.
“you deserve ice, the physical kind and the abbreviation kind”
So you became an arctic.
I should have dressed properly.
Something about it makes my skin crawl, people are so loose with words. Shedding them to all that pass.
Anyone that passes.
A void meant to consume its path in sins of greed and gluttony.
Markings are a hugging tie for a certain someone, the actual tie will remain a shared secret.
May just continue to post my ropes, thinkin’.
More in storage that I may post later.
Simple tie.
I know how to reel them in, make gears turn with wonder, hearts race to the beat of curiosity, wills set aside to pair little remaining self respect.
I will dissect you, and with precision. You won’t waste.
I love shibari I think people don't talk about it enough
Z-
You think? What puts you on the bridge.
Tryna think hard of whom you may be, Z.
This hadn’t loaded entirely for me before, but it is not spoken of and is a lovely art. Should I post my last set? Been thinking I should.
Getting them high and dumb. Knowing it is not their norm, but they know it is mine. Finally we meet and a joint happens to be pokin’ out of my beanie, waiting for the perfect time. Not interested? Fine, I will just spark it up right here next to you.
Temptation.
Drags pass with exchanged words, and another offer. No? Come on, once won’t do you wrong. That a boy, loosen up.
Another push to be refused, forcing me to huff at my medication and pinch plump cheeks between two fingers to disjoin open those chapped lips to exhale a load into your mouth. Coughs and croaks for air as you shake your head in avoidance of your position. No more? We still got another half that I plan on pumping into you.
Should I crawl back into this hole.
Aftermath of trying get back into weaving silk.
Not really sure I can put enough emphasis on how much I enjoy a mouthful of a pretty, going dumb, boy. Just allow me to work this jaw while you work yours in pleading symphonies.
Another photo I knew looked familiar.
Puke boys.
I really enjoy your blog. You haven't posted in awhile :((
~🪼anon
I haven’t, not much time to though I may start back up with reblogs. Who knows.
just marking what is mine
Music in each whimpered whine.