cherry!

Whats god to a womans love, anyway? she/they

[moosnooze]

we broke up..

I hate to say it but it was kinda my fault. I wasn’t there for her enough..apparently. I don’t know…all I know is that I think about her all the time, after every shot..after every hit..In the silence that hits me in the middle of the day. She was my world..and now she hates me, So i’ll be just a thought in her mind..Hopefully she thinks of me just like I think of her

[ferncloud]

why would I let you go

[moosnooze]

“are you connected to this flesh..?”

the question is..so very stupid because in physical terms, no i’m not connected to this flesh. But mentally..Yes, I know every inch of flesh that wraps around her body. I see it in my mind all the time. I close my eyes and i’m back there with her..connecting her flesh with mine, being gluttonous, feeding on every last drop of the sweet and delicious taste of her. I take more than what she can give, I’m greedy with her flesh..She doesn’t mind, in fact she’s begging for more. She relishes the fact that I can’t get enough of her flesh, I’d eat her for days..weeks..and she wouldn’t mind.

[nayx-deactivated20200109]

angel post reblog if you're angel

[moosnooze]

Despite my hardest efforts..Yes, she’s “the giver” and of course i “take it like a taker.”

[baphinsabet]

The preacher may never marry us and my mama may never know you but I can share my bed with you and kiss you like nothing else matters and if that isn't marriage I'm not sure what else God is looking for.

Source: maybecowboycore

[ameliesaysshoo]

When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What's heaven to a woman's love anyway? What's God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that's a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone's right about us and we're sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what's God to a woman's love anyway? What has heaven got that I can't find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?

[moosnooze]

Her hands dance across my skin, Burning me with any and every slight touch she makes. She draws me closer..That beautiful smile of hers. How am I to deny her of what she needs? How am I supposed to deny her of the pleasure she wants? Some people say it’s wrong..but those noises she makes for me in the dark light of the night, They drive me crazy.

[crybaby-writings]

youtubers will be like "this is the most horrific, disgusting, disturbing analog horror series i've ever seen" and then it's just body horror and the devil

[moosnooze]

My fingertips brush against her’s. It sends a million sparks through me. The adrenaline..The rush..I get when i’m with her drives me crazy. The way she talks to me and touches me at night. There is nothing as pure as her hands on my body..trailing up and down and round and round. There is nothing but raw emotion in that bed. I pour my heart out for her to see and she reads it..throughly, making sure to care for my needs as well as hers.

[moosnooze]

I miss her so much. It’s pouring out of every single pore i have in my body. My love for her cannot be measured by earthly measures. It goes far beyond the concept of caring for another person. For I worship the very concept of her. She could breathe and it would keep me alive for the next hundred years.

[moosnooze]

I love laying in bed just after she leaves my house.

I can still smell her around. I can still feel her lips on mine. I can still hear her whisper sweet nothings about me. I can still feel her fingertips brushing against my skin, moving with such intention. I still feel in her finger entangled in my hair..

For even when she is not here I feel, hear and smell her.

She is with me everywhere I go.

Everything I see reminds me of her.

I see her in everything.

[moosnooze]

loving her just comes so easy to me.

She’s the greatest person i have ever loved.

I love her more than anything that’s ever been created.

We’ve been together since the universe was created..just two little atoms floating next to each other until the end of time.

[moosnooze]

maybe in another universe i don’t feel like i’m broken.

[moosnooze]

I cant describe how much my skin craves her touch. Her hands fit just right over every curve of my body. The way she touches me you’d think that she worships me. Her hands tangled in my dyed black hair. Her brown eyes looking into my emerald green eyes. Her nails trailing against the small of my back. Our body’s completely untangled with each other. I need it. I need her.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

[diabollicallyangelic-deactivate]

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