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As I near 200,000 followers here at fishingboatproceeds, I just wanted to say Cock is one of my favorite tastes. Not only that, but balls smell amazing. It makes me go a little crazy on it to be honest. Like, I cannot get it far enough down my throat to be satisfied. I’m only satisfied when I feel those intense, powerful, salty, hot pumps of cum down my throat. When I sit back on my heels, look up at you with cum all over my mouth and slobber running down my neck, hair all fucked up and wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and ask you if I did a good job and you cannot even speak because I’ve drained all of your energy out the tip of your dick….. That’s when I’m satisfied.

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deceptive-owls

how is this post still going around

#the fact that this post is on my dash in the year 2024 #always iconic #making my return on this blog to celebrate #also side note having almost 200k followers on tumblr is wild lol

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octopusgirl

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW, Tracey Emin, 2002

evacaps

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Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

Sylvia Plath, 3 months before her suicide. (via middecember)

affectionsuggestions

concept: you in bed with me and your hand is in my hair and your lips on my forehead, we are comfortable.

grizzlybairparty

question number one. do you want her? a) yes. b) no. c) i always have. question number two. do you love her? a) why are you asking? b) i don’t know. c) i hear her name in silence, i hear her laughter in the crash of waves on the ocean. question three. mark all that apply. [ ] her smile is the sun. [ ] she holds you in her arms, her hair falling in her eyes, and the tv doesn’t seem as interesting as her. [ ] her hands lace perfectly with yours. [ ] she cooks you dinner and jokes about being your wife, not noticing how your laugh doesn’t reach your eyes. [ ] you just want to protect her. question four. she means everything to you. a) true. b) false. c) this is a trick question. she is everything. question five. if she were to look you in the eye and ask you to run away, would you? a) of course. b) does she have a plan? c) no. i couldn’t. i can’t. question six. she loves someone else. how do you feel? a) she’s happy. i’m happy. b) i can taste my own tears on my tongue, and i’ve never tasted anything sweeter. c) nothing. i feel nothing. question seven. honestly, this time. do you want her? a) yes. b) no. c) in the same way i’ve ever wanted anything: relentlessly.

“a questionnaire for loving your best friend”, grizzlybairparty (via grizzlybairparty)

tai-korczak

23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

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omg this is a goldmine <3

aesterismos

you cried wolf, so i came running. QUESTION: am i the wolf or the savior? is my smile too sharp or just my teeth? ANSWER: come a little closer.

efb | questions & answers, #2

xverses

THIS IS WELL, RADIO SILENCE. (you make me fucking hate playgrounds. i want to grow up, i want to leave this all behind. i don’t want to sit on the swings with you, i want slide into outer space.) OKAY, I’LL BE FINE. (i’m exhausted. i’m so dead tired. i can feel it in my eyes, and the way my fingers hurt when i write. with love, you accept destruction. your absence is a hollow echo inside my mind, and i hate that i care. i hate that i love you. i want to punch a mirror and let myself bleed out your name from inside me.) I’M SORRY, IF IT’S WORTH ANYTHING. (unhand me, i am not guilty. i am only myself. leave as you are if you think that’s criminal. my heart is a prison cell, you knew that.) TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. (i am not good at missing people, i am not good at picking out the glass pieces of a ghost i tried to love, i am not good at love. who said you deserve me anyway? you deserve a million times better.)

THE LAST FOUR TEXTS I SENT YOU (friends can break your heart too) // x.v

griefxaddict

i. I don’t dream, so I write about sleep, or dying. I don’t cry, so I write about tears. I’m so scared of myself I have to pretend I’m somebody else. I’m tired of life, so I write about drowning, and death. There is a tremor in my throat, the shivering strangle of a song. ii. I’m breaking. There is nothing delicate about the sound of thunder. Fix me. I don’t have the strength to scream through another summer. iii. The wind is filled with the cries of the dead, the sickest part of the night is upon us. There are voices out there in the darkness, and the smell of burning flesh. iv. And every time dawn breaks we have become a little less. Maybe we’re all just ghosts that refuse to rest.

giraffevader - Night terrors (via giraffevader)

starredsoul

What remains once the war is won? Fame. Songs. A kingdom of corpses. His name too heavy in my mouth. What do we become in death? Shadows. Longing. Regret, regret, regret. What do we keep once we are ghosts? The blood under my fingernails. His crooked teeth. Searching for happiness in the threads of his hands. A love that burned alive. A love that is still bursting in my hollow chest. A love that was never enough. What do you do when you’re alone in the darkness? Wait for him, I’ll wait forever if I must. Were you ever able to name one hero who was happy? No.

Emily Palermo, He Is Half My Soul (via starredsoul)

griefxaddict

i. Love isn’t the reason the heart beats, but it’s the reason I kept mine trying. It’s the part of me that never gave up, even when the rest of me wanted to die. ii. Trace your fingers along the creases of my palms. The wrinkles are deep from constantly making fists. Wrap your fingers around my wrists, they’re not bleeding anymore, but they ache for your touch. My knuckles suffer when it’s cold, but I don’t punch walls any more, all my issues are under control. Kiss the scars on my arms, wrap me around you like a blanket and I will keep you warm. iii. I love every single perfect thing about you, but if I do ever find a flaw I promise I’ll love it just as hard.

giraffevader - Love notes (via giraffevader)

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