— 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 † gyda. # she/her. nineteen. esfp. secretly a medieval knight. minors and ageless dni. xxx
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— 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 † gyda. # she/her. nineteen. esfp. secretly a medieval knight. minors and ageless dni. xxx
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ghosting everyone and living out my life dream of becoming a cryptid in scotland
until it happens to you, you will think you are very careful, very responsible, very smart, very religious, very mature, very private, very etc.
fuuuck
Death by the visitation of God.
Edgar Allan Poe, The Penguin Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe; from ‘The Imp of the Perverse'
Humility arrives eventually. We all fly too close to the sun at some point and fall back to the reality of our world.
i wish someone would
Serge Jacques
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Dimitri Kirsanoff, Rapt, 1934
Forgive me: I am gloomy and boring.
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Uncollected Poems and Fragments 1904-1917; from ‘Latest Letter’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer
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aerion looked up at you through heavy lids, smirking with the confidence of a man who knew every part of you intimately. "you're so sweet when you beg," he said lowly, his fingers finally gliding to your aching center.
your breath caught, a whimper escaping your lips as your hips rocked toward his hand
two fingers traced along your slit, slow and deliberate, gathering your wetness. he teased your entrance only briefly before circling your clit in slow, hypnotic strokes.
“you've been so patient," he whispered, voice rough with restraint as he watched your reactions. "yeah—good girl."
then he lowered his mouth to you, replacing his fingers with his tongue-soft and hot as it flicked, then flattened over your swollen clit. the sensation made your thighs tremble, your hands flying to his hair, anchoring him there.
what do angels look like?
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