Otterly honest

Purposed for a design, not designed for a purpose

[dispatchesfromtheclasswar]

[recklesslyhuman]

Here I am again

Holding back

Staying friends

Flirting genuinely

Longing silently

Well not really

It’s hard to just stop it all. The sensation of being near has broken down the sandbags I put up to block the waves of attraction. Overwhelming storms of electric shocks, every nerve ending on fire whenever our cosmos meet.

Telling myself that I can wait is not a lie, I can and will. Doesn’t mean that the sweet torture isn’t almost terrifying. Like watching the buildup of a tsunami off the coast. The darkening clouds blown wide and full of promise.

Promise of destruction. Of crashes so great and booming and loud that it echoes for miles around.

I wonder if they sense it? My barely contained thunderclaps and lightning strikes. The forces I have a hold on like a reincarnation of Storm.

Not quite a queen, but royalty all the same. Too refined to just land in your life and bed like a hurricane. When these waves crash over the shores, there’s a moment where it seems like too much. Endless. Overpowering and weighted with promises of drowning.

But the tide always wins. Pulling away slowly. Washing away the warmth built up to ride the waves with a release so deeply satisfied. Breathing heavily as if our lungs were full of the saltwater. On the shore once again, soaked and shaking to the bone. Laugh with me.

We survived our crashing waves. Like any other calm before the storm, never underestimate how fast gale winds of passion can build around you.

[polyamorouscultureis]

polyam culture is wanting partners but actually being too shy to ask anyone out n the only people u talk to on a regular/semi regular basis is most likely comfortably monogamous n lives half way across the country, even the one whos queer like u is prolly still monogamous n also lives across the country

this is so specific but so very relatable

[joannamjohnson]

I need to find the Nicole Blades fans who I’m positive must exist somewhere, because I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of obsession with nobody to build a lifeboat with 😩😩

[recklesslyhuman]

I’m always looking for new books. What’s the vibe of the plot?? 🧐

[recklesslyhuman]

I thought I was over this

I knew I had moved on

I am done

I left this story arc behind

No longer my path to journey on

My development was moving in a new way

New things, new ideas

Somehow all my new explorations

Have me walking near this line

A look over and I can almost see it again

A place I called home

A space of love

The temptation is growing

To skip ahead

Jump start on chapter 69

But I also want to go back to chapter one: the revised edition

Maybe in this version

We’ll get it right in better ways than ever

Honestly I feel like a shadow in the hallows of a place I once lived rent free

Now I’m just itching for attention

“Notice Me!”

I mouth from the fog

Not quite ready to vocalize this sensation

That maybe……just maybe….

This is a storyline that I can pull the best parts from and fill in with new lines

Add depth and complexity that makes the theme feel more fulfilling for everyone it touches

[recklesslyhuman]

I shouldn’t be back in this mood

Having actual fucking dreams about it

The power over something given freely

The sensation of knowing that innocuous movements people ignore

Could stir so much passion between two connected beings

The flip flopping of innuendos

Banter full of double entendres

Challenges made in between casual English vernacular

Bluffs called nonverbally

Text threads of words meant to stoke the flames

Kindle to this volcano

All combining to erupt when the moment strikes

Edging to the cliff over the lava just to sate the need for the heat

I’ve been in a mood lately

Haven’t had a chance to focus on being in control

Seeing pleasure cross a lovers face

Bringing them over the peak when I’m ready to drop into the deep unknown

Exerting confidence that what I do to someone is giving them the explosive fireworks they deserve just for trusting me to

Hearing the sounds ripped from their throat as their soul enjoys the experience

Touching spots that I searched for, learning the dips and valleys that have sensitivity to attention

Pressure points of pleasure that are impossible to ignore

Tasting the heat and flavor of this moment

Warm, hot and unforgettable to my tastebuds forevermore

Nose full of pheromones released in the night sky

Raw, earthy and pure

An expression of want that pulls the whole world into a time vortex

A moment where the world catches on fire and I am absolutely confident it was our fault

[recklesslyhuman]

Why is it when the dust has finally settled

The dark passion of the past slinks it’s way in to stir trouble

[recklesslyhuman]

Actions speak louder than words

Words I’ve always loved by

The things I’m doing

I do out of love

Without expectation of reciprocation

Words, they said

Are louder than actions

They can’t hear my vulnerability through things I’ve done

They want to get to the heart of the matter

Oh how I wish it was that easy

To tell you all the things I have in this noggin

My feeling of acceptance came from how helpful or usable I could be

Telling you things for the sake of connection?

It’s not a tangible proof of my ability to love

According to the very brain you’re asking to change its modus operandi

“We must do XYZ to be loved”

It tells me often

Loudly

“What has verbal expression gotten us?”

Not what we thought we needed at the time

So why change when hypotheses haven’t been proven otherwise

Insanity is a circle of convincing yourself that turning right is going to get you somewhere new

“Change course this time”

I tell the voice, navigator extraordinaire on this sea bound vessel, pointing toward the edge of the known map

“That is uncharted territory” it screams when I get ready to be vulnerable

“That’s the risk of trust” I explain as we chart a new course using the stars and compasses

“It could crash and burn” it whispers when I open the treasure chest of vulnerability stones

“Better to meet the flames openly like an old friend then pretend I won’t catch fire anyway” I ponder, staring across the moonlit ocean

It’s dark on this side of the sea

Making the rest of map as we go further

Maybe one day we’ll anchor at a shore or port

Finding a place to leave and come back to and trust that it will still be there

Even if I leave my most vulnerable treasures behind

[faerieglade]

“theyre homophobic but theyre good people!!!” hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. are they really. are they REALLY. are they. are theyr eally. Are the

[faerieglade]

this post is making straight people mad keep reblogging

[recklesslyhuman]

Deleted your number because I was boggled as to why I still had it

Why wait for a call or text I’ll never ask for?

It’s funny how true out of sight out of mind has become

We fell apart and I’m not in a rush to put us back together

The lack of interaction between us doesn’t bother anyone

I often wonder what a relationship with you as we are and who we’re becoming would look like

If we would’ve lasted as just friends

Our kids could’ve been friends

Dinner and game nights with a rotation of location

Invites to family events and birthday parties and random visits when the season is lit

I miss who we were at that point, those people had the whole world ahead and all the innocence of optimism

Belief that we were eternally, irrevocably meant to be

I cleaved myself into tiny cosmic pieces to fit into your expectations of our relationship

I can’t remember a point in which I asked something of you that I wouldn’t do myself

I placed myself into your emotional boxing ring

I didn’t even have any urge to swing or defend myself

I took on the dark storm clouds you were trying to outrun

Emotionally, physically and spiritually you drained my cup and I thought that that was love

Put your all into one and they’ll be there in for the long haul

Turns out you give away all your love to someone who doesn’t value it properly and you get nothing

I’ve spent years avoiding commitment

Experimenting with my tolerance for the wild nights of life

Seeing blurry faces and deciding they were the best I’d get

Nursing a broken spirit still using nostalgic anecdotes to hold off the inevitable implosion

You were the only person I would’ve married

White picket fence, maybe a kid

Two terrible proposals later and I hate/love attending weddings

That was the end for me by the way

Seeing you tie yourself to someone after you promised we were two pieces of a bigger whole

I don’t begrudge you your happy union

I’ve found my self and a new definition of love

There’s nothing here for us anymore

I’ve been retrying to tie us into a knot with threads from two different quilts

Don’t fret, you will always have chapters in my story

But the next part has new characters and story arcs

This isn’t about writing you off completely

It’s about seeing where my story leads

Who knows

Maybe you’ll reappear in a new phase of my adventures

So I won’t say goodbye

Or that my love for you is dead

I’ll just plant it in my garden of past lovers and nostalgic memories

[recklesslyhuman]

“Forgiveness is a gift to yourself" they say

Do it for your own health, whether the other party knows or not

No one explained how to forgive myself

How to accept the things I look back upon with such disgust

To acknowledge my own terrible handling of this meat mech I was assigned

To own those nights when my fear of not being seen caused me to do anything that got attention

To remember in those darks moments of despair how I ran away from self examination to a distraction with someone who couldn’t love all of me

How I can even be alive after years of ding dong ditch at Death’s door

To acknowledge that I hadn’t given a damn if one day I wasn’t here anymore

I have done the steps

Said the words

Started to become friends with these bones and muscles

How do I forgive the show runner when they are ruining the show

Coming to terms with the paradox that I love this flesh sack and I also didn’t and sometimes still don’t know how to love this flesh sack

How do I accept the fact that the one person meant to supervise this meat mech is still around and whether I forgive myself or not, the person in charge won’t get fired

Forgiveness, they say, is a gift for yourself

How can I open a gift that I hastily wrapped

How can I forgive myself for hating myself

[recklesslyhuman]

So imagine this

It’s some dark hour on some day that was spent together, holding and being held while talking and listening to some chill music. The kind that doesn’t ratchet up the tension but it seduces it. Bringing with it bonds that are deepening over the most random things, each thought inspiring an idea or question for questing minds that see things in wild ways. Without conscious action, clothes seem to mesh closer into a comfy blend to allow maximum connection. A face gets closer to skin, the slope of a neck to irresistible to seek shelter in. Hands against skin holding fingers splayed to feel the planet chasing cosmos on display.

Something in the air changes and shifts, languidly awakening and testing the waters. Sensing awareness, without a break in repoire building storytelling, a body turns in a warm embrace, wanting more access to the vast vessel seeing the same stars. Instinctually, hands move to thigh and waist, using legs to anchor the building intimacy. Vessels carrying souls use hands to map out galaxies under skin.

Small train of thought brings quiet attention to the softness of skin, how limited access to it is. Hands asking to peel back the armor, to make room for exploration. Enthusiastic free roam is granted across maps of separate paths. As fingers dance up and down spines and to and fro, eyes start sliding down cheekbones and tips of noses, stopping at lips when in motion. Sounds being made, words being understood, but damn if the urge to kiss isn’t sitting there, just under the surface. Patiently waiting. Hands held in between hearts meeting at this time in this space have separated, as emboldened fingertips glide up chests and necks to trace gently curved lips. Smirks turn to smiles with soft sighs and pleased exhales, releasing the anticipation that has sensually built up.

Cosmic energies caressing. where the light is soft and teasing. Matching bitten lips signal a shift in thoughts. Two entities open and exposed and loved and whole, wanting to taste the wonders held on seeking tongues. The moment circles itself. The energy cyclones, a slow-burn crescendo magnetized. Sighs escape followed by moans and silent pleas for entry. Lips are nipped at lightly before tongues soothe away stings. Neither seeking dominance nor submission, kisses being shared from a place of longing. Hands move to behind ears, scratching roots and scalps, grabbing to emphasize a need to stay. Bodies silently collide, rocketing up the sensations.

Hands becoming emboldened, skin seeking reprieve from the constricted feeling of clothes. Enthusiastically, slowly, layers are peeled away. Seduction is still at play. Kisses only pause for interruptions, lips seeking and reuniting as soon as the space is clear. Deeper sighs erupt quietly as hands and fingers meet bare expansive soft skin. Arms encircle waists and necks, pulling each other with the tides of the moon.

An I love you, whispered in the slim space between lips. A request for more, wanting to feel every sensation. Bodies roll, hands blaze a hot trail, slowly followed by worshipping lips. Praises kisses into skin, affectionate nips of teeth tease at the moment, remembering that in this place, there’s no rush to the peak. That the journey is as significant as the climactic ending.

Another mutual request for consent. Wanting to share the entirety of our vulnerability. No more armor to hide behind. Beaming smiles brighten the midnight mood. Bodies reunite with no barriers, relaxing even further into each other, laying back to the side to return to feisty beginnings. Conversation resumes without hesitation, enjoying the mental connection and feeling the physical yearning. Not quite ready to act on it, acknowledging the vibrations at each touch. Physically responding to funny quips and spider crawling across silken skin. Thighs reclaimed over a waist and in between legs. Caresses lasting longer than a flicker of a hot flame. Rib cages being traced lightly as if the bumps of bone are historical timekeepers.

Smirks watching the conversation enthusiasm reignite, voices at conspiratorial levels yet loud as headphones at max volume. The only sounds heard in the near pitch black heaviness of the night. Chuckles felt rumbled against a finger tracing a pulsating throat. Hearing the quiet and loud all in the same small space. Watching passion about some topic picked out of the stars is such a delicate moment. The shine in eyes reflected by the moons sparse light sparkling with mirth.

Star tracing quiets in the heavy companionable silence. Nothing but hands moving, quiet whispers over skin warmed by proximity and affection. Just beautiful, sighed into the dark. Just magnificent, replied in amusement. Thumbs find lips sweetly feeling their plump softness, reminiscing on kisses, wanting more. Smiles felt more than seen, conveying simple joy in coexisting.

Wordlessly, lips meet again, intensity teased at, not necessary for the mood, simmering in wells of love. Gentle endless kissing. Tongues meeting not in exploration or build up, but in light connection. The night’s hour is almost over. Sleep in it’s beautiful seduction pulling. Faces separate for the last time, smiles traced in disbelief. I love you, spoken into the quiet. I love you, shared in an ear. Sleep permeates the room where two souls rest together, at peace.

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[codyslipring-deactivated2015060]

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

[isamaegreenleaf]

Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol

[nnfirnid]

man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this 

[modelinterrupted]

I don’t play that shit lol sorry

[latenightsugar]

WHyyyy

[badgyal-k-deactivated20190901]

Sorry everyone

[just-jay25]

If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only

[kixgbear]

Shiddd

[angiebkxo-deactivated20180626]

this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!

[manynamedshe]

It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr

[glamhoeour-deactivated20251207]

I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES

LMAOOOO

[venusians]

Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~

[edge-of-great]

One time I didn’t and I was broke for like a month but the next time I seen it I rebloged it and a bitch just got 500 out the blue and a 20 gift card

[aiplejuice]

Oh hell nah I can’t even risking it I’ll reblog this rn

[chaneajoyyy]

Not in 2021! I can’t risk it.

[sashinova]

For the record I would have reblogged her without the threat.

[recklesslyhuman]

Every time. Without hesitation. I will reblog

[recklesslyhuman]

Time bomb

Lately my heart’s been heavy

Carrying some weight I can’t lift on my own

I can’t ask for help

It’s stuck in my throat

Choking me

Keeping my breath in a stasis between an inhale and an exhale

Breathe

It burns to shove air past these tears sitting at the brink of release

Breathe

My heart stutter steps over a couple of beats

Breathe

I don’t want to rip my throat out to help myself but I’m scared it might be the only way

Breathe

Drowning out the pressure with loud music isn’t working anymore

Breathe

Hugs don’t lessen the weight; they make it heavier

Breathe

Holding myself in control is like trying to slow the adrenaline while trying to cut the wire on a ticking time bomb

Breathe

Cut the blue wire

Breathe

The red one

Breathe

Where the fuck did this white one come from

Breathe

We only have a few seconds

Breathe

10 seconds

Breathe

9

Breathe

8

Breathe

Don’t look at the clock. Don’t.

Breathe

5? What the actual fuck

Breathe

4. We got this.

Breathe

3. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Breathe

2. Red. Blue. Cut one now.

Breathe

1.

Snip. Open your heart.

And breathe

[recklesslyhuman]

[txmriddlx]

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

[mjalti]

listen, when i go to open my mouth & what comes out is 12 degrees of seperation from what the original topic was, u need to connect the dots bitch. think fast. i’m not gonna hold ur hand but we’re leaving now and visiting every topic along the line. wave it goodbye, don’t get hung up on it

[theprideful-deactivated20251201]

everyone who reblogged this has adhd