Chaotic

Name's Hedone | Suggestion blog | I do whatever I want | Pudding

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

Why are you still here, love?

[inconspicuoussuggestion]

if i ever get a hold of you i swear i’ll never let go.

[butteryplanet]

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[syntacked]

I could be anything in the world, but I wanted to be yours.

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Tight and Pantyhose Fashion Inspiration

[maybe-you-need-this]

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[unrealunearths]

A red rose.

[watercolorsuggestion]

I ruined my art.

Shame hit, anger exploded -

I destroyed the canvas,

Who cares about the flaming colours

(I got red all over me)

Who cares about the fresh paint

(I look like a murderer),

It was me.

I ruined my art.

And it felt like I broke my whole life.

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

But if your art is red,

Why does it made you sad ?

You can kill me and paint with my blood,

And yet still it will be pleasure I got.

Come and drink with me,

Let the pain numb.

Close your eyes for the night,

We will await for the sun.

[lovingly-core]

im worried one day i might not be enough

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

Add more wine...

[adoration-suggestion]

you are so much more than i could have ever asked for

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

But it could be much more...

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

My darling, I am afraid my pride will be my downfall one day.

You might have been my angel,

But I am my own god.

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

Why pray for a savior when you are the one I savor ?

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

You said I have changed, but who am I to blame ?

[decayofhabit]

The stars. The moon. They’ll listen.

[vindictive-suggestion]

The sun. The galaxy. They’ll speak.

[ravenclawnewtsuggestion]

The void. The darkness. They’ll call.

[despiteeverything-itsstillyou-d]

The rocks. The earth. They’ll ground.

[golden-desert-rose]

The dawn. The dusk. They’ll sing.

[lazy-daze-bouquet]

The fire. The heart. They will burn.

[faeprincesuggestions]

The trees. The flowers. They’ll protect.

[storysuggestion]

The books. The scrolls. They’ll tell.

[quixoticsuggestion-blog]

The light. The beauty. They’ll give

[bibliophilesuggestions]

The stories. The pages. They’ll distract.

[silk-dyke]

The laughter. The joy. They’ll enlighten 

[restlesssuggestions]

The love. The truth. They’ll restore

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

The wine. The kiss. They'll numb.

[longestnight]

where do you go to hide?

[somnolentsuggestions]

lonely gardens.

[flowsuggestion]

quiet rivers.

[nonspecificsuggestion]

empty art studios

[sacrilegesuggestion]

my own head

[palacesuggestion]

Private chambers

[elvensuggestions]

Under the canopy of leaves

[restlesssuggestions]

In plain sight

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

A mind palace

[hedonisticsuggestion-blog]

Whoever told you that you are made of stardust are lying.

You are made out of me.

Why else would I feel so empty without you?

[minuty]