Nic😘

22//Bi // Black mixed w/ Black - TN

[madamsquirter-deactivated201905]

I just need that friend that I hang with but in secret we eat each other’s pussy, suck titties and finger each other until we cum! 🤤😋😏

[aubreyyrenae]

I need an all girls threesome.

[alternativeblkgal]

I hope every dark skin black girl is feeling flawless and beautiful today because y'all are.

[deonesvibee-deactivated20210618]

“Best friend”😉😚

y’all, im not into relationships forreal🤗 i just want a cute clean girl to fuck wen im in the mood for her😋 and she come gets some pussy wen she’s in the mood for it😻👅👄and we can hang out at places AS FRIENDS and if someone asks we just homies😎🤓i think the funnest thing is wen we hang out and all over each others snaps and NO ONE knows we fucking… yes i’ve eaten a homegirls pussy🐱🙈🙊 in a movie theatre before🗣🙋🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️💦 just felt like saying that☄️🌈 moral of the story she kept a stichlip and if ppl asked i was always her homegirl period🌬🍑

[cqueens-world]

want >>>

[scorpione-lust]

THISSS😍👀

[madamsquirter-deactivated201905]

I just need that friend that I hang with but in secret we eat each other’s pussy, suck titties and finger each other until we cum! 🤤😋😏

[mistressofdarkness30]

I'mma rebbog this for people who didn’t see it.

[freakydiscreetnwet]

Nyc

[nicjoon]

If only in TN

[coutureicons]

jordyn woods by alex hainer

[taejoonies]

Good night, Sweet Prince❤

[nicjoon]

😭😭

[theliteraryjournals]

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via wordsnquotes)

[endlessfreethrows]

But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.

This. Yes this, is the very thing I love about humans. (via wornsoles-wornsouls)

[wnq-writers]

let November be the start of everything beautiful, let “us” begin.

Maram Rimawi,  writing prompt #66: Write about November (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-music]

Because I don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me.

All Time Low, “If These Sheets Were The States” (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

10 pieces of advice to give yourself at the age of 20

At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.

At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.

At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.

At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.

At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.

At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.

At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.

At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.

At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.

You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.

written by bleakfantasies,  writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself

(via wnq-writers)

[meanwhilepoetry]

This is your skin and you owe it to your body to be comfortable in it. This is your voice and you owe it to your truth to be strong and loud with it. This is your history and you owe it to your ancestors to fight and be proud of it. This is your soul. And you owe it to yourself to not let any human, any demons, any trauma desecrate the sanctity of it.

Nikita Gill

[wnq-writers]

I. I miss you, and it’s not like I miss your face, arms, or lips. I could do without, but simply your presence always reminded me of home, and I swear I lost that when you left. You don’t know, I’ve never felt so homeless and alone. No amount of money or possessions even compare to you. I wish you knew but *delete* II. You know people always text their lovers in the morning, so I bet its weird that I’m texting you in the middle of the day, drunk at three in the afternoon. Don’t judge me, but I swear this whiskey tastes like you and this empty bottle is like our love. I have practically consumed what was left of it, and there is nothing left to do but throw it at you. But we both know all the shattered pieces will hurt only me anyway. Just please, open your arms, open your heart. Please don’t leave now because *delete* III. I hate you, hate everything about you. I can’t stand you anymore. but I love you, and I can’t breathe, please, please, answer me, I can’t *delete* IV. It’s been two weeks and these 336 hours and 14 minutes have been hell. You used to shimmer like a piece of heaven, but you’ve gone and I’m fallen. And I’ve been trying to be poetic, but poetry won’t bring you back to me. Spilling my heart out isn’t helping, so what do I do now, what do I do without *delete* V. Hey, how have you been? *send*

Texts I Never Sent// thequiethearttalks  (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

Whatever you may be missing right now - a person, a place, a feeling, maybe you are injured and missing running - whatever it is, have peace and take heart - remember that any goodbye makes room for a hello.

Kristin Armstrong  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

How to stop time: kiss. How to travel in time: read. How to escape time: music. How to feel time: write. How to release time: breathe.

Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive (via wordsnquotes)

[theliteraryjournals]

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game (via theliteraryjournals)