[lubricates]

Me: goodnight moon

Moon: I cannot sleep, for each fragment of dream is but a tease for fleeting moments that can never be

Me: alright

[clodiuspulcher]

all my teachers in high school: college will be INFINITELY harder than high school, they will show you NO mercy my professor for my senior-level immunology class: 

[davvic]

My cat Bishop sits outside my door every morning once she hears the alarm clock go off.

[pandaflavouredcookies]

The morning murps

[sadsexyvirgo-deactivated2022052]

she’s telling u good morning

[tr3mples]

[visvya]

[juudyblooms-blog]

tag yourself i'm i just watched 4 hours of the office

[itquiet-deactivated20240530]

[softwaring]

a pic i drew vs the inspiration inspiration

[slimetony]

hey is there anything to look forward to. anything coming up. anything to wake up for. something to mark on the calendar. any reasons to get out of bed. anything like that going on.

[thcrstlshp]

[super8angel]

rage and tenderness existing simultaneously in the same body

[angelsfilth]

[juudyblooms-blog]

idk if anyone is gonna see these but it still feels nice to be able to write somewhere , even if it’s just for me

[danger]

[soyfae]

[toastp1ercer]

[juudyblooms-blog]

those long, delicate hands i once saw as rose petals envelop me in their soft and inviting fragrance gently gliding along my cheek, my neck, my waist resting inside my ribcage caressing my veins, my arteries, my blood that pulses and throbs at your touch.. i love you. fingers wrapping around my heart and squeezing now i’m wheezing you see my bleeding wondering just how deep you can stick your thorns inside of my body before they burst through my skin and my blood pours out- you’re trying to see how much i will bleed for you. i no longer feel the gentle caress of your petals against my breast but the thorns growing, pulsing, poking, prodding against my lungs threatening to suffocate me with their selfish desire to overthrow my body and make it their own this is my home you can’t stop please. please don’t ever leave me stop you can’t your thorns are so deeply embedded that that i am afraid if you choose to withdraw to rip your thorns out of me that i will not survive. the holes inside my heart are too big to survive without your thorns filling them, keeping my blood inside if you pry yourself free you’ll leave me a heap on the floor blood oozing on the cold concrete staining the ground we once danced on