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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosimo Galluzzi
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
ellievsbear
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Peter Solarz
Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Discoholic 🪩
JBB: An Artblog!
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Stranger Things
Xuebing Du
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@shekindness-a
#𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. independent, private, & selective 𝚛&𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊. completely based on the 2013 stage production. a study in: 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺 & 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
carrd. multimuse. keyleth. sophie.
UPDATE 02/17: ELLA IS ON A SEMI-HIATUS DUE TO MY CURRENT WORK SCHEDULE.
new blog, same url @shekindness
new blog, same url @shekindness
new blog, same url @shekindness
new blog, same url @shekindness
WHEN THEY TRY TO TELL YOU ALL THE THINGS YOU CANNOT BE, SMILE & TELL THEM “ I AM BOTH WAR & WOMAN, & YOU CANNOT STOP ME. “
i’m gonna start working on revamping ella a bit!! she’s gonna get a new blog & all. i will be keeping some threads, mostly ones with people i’ve done extensive plotting with, but everything else will be dropped for a fresh start!
𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓- 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 ─ 𝘳𝘶𝘯. 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 & 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴; 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 ─ 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. (x) (x)
i miss ella :/
𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓- 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 ─ 𝘳𝘶𝘯. 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 & 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴; 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 ─ 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. (x) (x)
Sleeping with the Enemy (1991)
* @shekindness .
just a reminder that ella is still technically on a semi-hiatus! you can find me mostly over on @tempashari at least until the end of march when my work schedule lightens up a bit! in the meantime, like this post & i’ll send you memes 💗
SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES
[ SIT ] for one muse to finger the other who sits in their lap fully clothed, keeping an arm around their waist to make them stay still.
[ RISK ] for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.
[ DISTRACT ] for one muse to drive while the other gives them head/fingers them.
[ WATCH ] for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise.
[ SUBTLE ] our muses are cuddling, sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them.
[ STILL ] our muses are cuddling, receiver begins to feel up sender and tease them.
[ GUIDE ] while one muse is riding the other, the one being ridden takes hold of the one on top’s hips to control their movements.
[ CLOSE ] our muses have sex in lotus position, clinging to each other desperately.
[ GAZE ] our muses are having sex in missionary and the one on the bottom tells them to slow down so they can just look at them for a few moments.
[ DELAY ] one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes.
[ CAREFUL ] one muse is recovering from minor injuries, so the other takes charge and makes them stay still while they have slow, sensual sex.
[ REVERENT ] one or both muses have been pining for a while, sender body worships receiver by kissing all over their body and giving them oral.
[ GRATIFICATION ] one or both muses have been pining for a while, receiver body worships sender by kissing all over their body and giving them oral.
[ MESS ] our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but sender starts to finger receiver.
[ RESTART ] our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but receiver starts to finger sender.
[ CLEANSE ] our muses have sex in the bathtub.
[ TENSION ] one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact, lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s.
[ DISCUSSION ] for our muses to talk about kinks and figure out their boundaries together.
[ APPROACHED ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and sender finally broaches the subject to receiver ( feel free to add dialogue or actions )
[ APPROACH ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.
[ SUGGESTIVE ] our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons, kinks, and what they’re attracted to.
[ GROUND RULES ] for our muses to discuss boundaries before trying something new in bed.
[ OBSERVE ] for sender to show receiver where and how they want to be touched.
[ DEMONSTRATE ] for receiver to show sender where and how they want to be touched.
[ LINE ] our muses are supposed to only be pretending to be together for a mission or fake dating, but they keep going and neither one of them is stopping which leads to them hiding away to have sex.
[ DEBATE ] our muses are arguing because sender is worried and overprotective of receiver, but when they get up in each other’s faces they end kissing and groping at each other.
[ CLAIM ] our muses are arguing because receiver is worried and overprotective of sender, but when they get up in each other’s faces they end up kissing and groping at each other.
[ SENSUAL ] for sender to slowly undress receiver, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
[ GRADUAL ] for receiver to slowly undress sender, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
[ SERVICE ] our muses just showered together, sender dries off receiver with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go.
[ CARESS ] our muses just showered together, receiver dries off sender with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go.
COMMUNICATION
❝ well, honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me. ❞
❝ i’ve never tried that before. but i want to, can we just take it slow? ❞
❝ don’t be nervous, i’ll guide you through it. ❞
❝ just because i’ve never actually fucked someone doesn’t mean i don’t know what i like. we have toys for a reason. ❞
❝ show me what you like. ❞
❝ can we take a break? i’m enjoying this i just need a moment. ❞
❝ can i be on top this time? ❞
❝ can i be on bottom this time? ❞
❝ just relax, lie still and let me take care of you. ❞
❝ do you think we could try pegging? i’ve always been kinda curious. ❞
❝ you can blindfold me but i want my hands free if we do that. ❞
❝ let me know if the ropes are too tight, okay? ❞
❝ i think i’m ready. if you are too, i wanna have sex. ❞
❝ listen, i’ve wanted to get you in bed since you first smiled at me. but we don’t have to do this unless you’re sure. ❞
❝ i’m ready, but we should set some ground rules first. ❞
❝ can you use your mouth again? i really liked that. ❞
❝ do you like how this feels? ❞
❝ yes, i like this. can you just— please keep doing that. ❞
❝ i don’t want to be touched this time, i just want to focus on you right now. ❞
❝ i prefer to do the giving if that’s okay? ❞
❝ i like receiving but, if you want me to do something i will. i want you to feel good too. ❞
❝ you can go harder. i’m okay, i want you to. ❞
❝ i don’t want to have to think or have control. just, do what you want with me. if something is too much i’ll let you know. trust me. ❞
❝ do you need me to slow down? ❞
❝ what can i do to make you more comfortable? ❞
❝ i know this is really vulnerable for you, so we can take this as slow as you need. you’re in control here okay? ❞
❝ can you just kiss me for a little bit first? ❞
just a reminder that ella is still technically on a semi-hiatus! you can find me mostly over on @tempashari at least until the end of march when my work schedule lightens up a bit! in the meantime, like this post & i’ll send you memes 💗
literary sexts vol. 1 poetry meme
Literary Sexts is a modern day anthology of short love poems with subtle erotic undertones edited by Amanda Oaks & Caitlyn Siehl. Hovering around 50 contributors & 124 poems, this book reads is like one long & very intense conversation between two lovers. It’s absolutely breathtaking. These are poems that you would text to your lover. Poems that you would slip into a back pocket, suitcase, wallet or purse on the sly. Poems that you would write on slips of paper & stick under your crush’s windshield wiper. Poems that you would write on a Post-it note & leave on the bathroom mirror. Treat yourself, a crush or a lover with this lush gift!
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I will be providing select short, sometimes edited, poems for a texting/”sexting” meme, but not the whole book itself. If you enjoy the poems provided, please support the collection whether it’s the first volume or the second. Or look into the works of the various contributors and see if anything else they’ve written is to your liking!
Feel free to add to and/or edit these sentences to better suit your needs—but remember, many of these work best in the context of texts and/or love notes instead of spoken dialogue. —Lizzy.
Mark me like a passage from your favorite book, then open me there again and again.
My skin is full of flowerbeds and you know every way to make them bloom.
I am tracing the knobs of your spine like the map of my favorite continent. You are all the places I haven’t visited yet and I mark each one off with my teeth.
Your hands unzip me one breath at a time; there is not room beneath my skin for all of you and I spill over the edges with a sigh.
You take apart my heart in pieces with your mouth, but the splash of your tongue against mine feeds it back to me. It tastes sweeter coming from you.
You opened your mouth and spoke the language in my blood.
You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings.
My hands are nomads, my dear desert. May they never find rest.
Being small things, we understand this as our humble attempt at thunder, at setting the world to shake.
Delicate work. Like peeling kiwis. My tongue across your skin. Mellow flesh against my lips. Your taste always in my mouth.
How a storms needs to feel the earth how the earth wakes to the pelt of rain how the ground is quenched is how I need you…
My hands were glaciers I never dared to move freely, my fingers icicles. Your touch thawed me to excavation. I want to dig into your warmth.
Kiss me like white bread, stick to my teeth even after the whiskey. I want memories of your mouth lodged beneath my tongue to wake me at two in the morning, hungry.
I want you next to me, in my bed, your clothes making friends with my floor. Love me hard enough so we wake up the neighbors.
Your hands peeling that onion, thumbs and forefingers pulling skin from skin—they are sacred. Let me kiss them. Let them bless my sinning chest, let them peel my lips apart.
I don’t want to be your harmonies anymore; I want to be the melody you scream when your heart is starving for love. I want to satisfy your hunger.
Show me the parts of you that nobody else ever wanted to sleep with. Show me it all with the lights on.
You, darling, are Vesuvius. I won’t see you coming. Erupt. Wreck me. Leave me ashes leave me Pompeii, leave me outlined into your history forever.
It’s not so much that I want to kiss you. I want to relearn vocabulary words from the shape of your mouth. All my poems are yours first.
Kiss me blossoms in the summer, lover. I want to taste the succulent sweet of your peach tree smile. This time let Adam take the fruit from the garden.
Surge into me as a downpour, as the pounding waterfall which makes swollen rivers flood, as the sea.
The happy ending to this night: you tug my hair and lightly brush your hand across my lap. Don’t forget how resilient I am and how I would bend for you.
Even my lungs are in love as we breathe together.
I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.
The gentle friction of your hand on my thigh is enough to strike a match inside me. I lean into your lips and the fire blooms and spreads.
You are an undiscovered continent. I trail my fingers down your mountainsides. Ten explorers digging for buried treasure, I want to take it all.
My body is a gospel and you are my first quivering hallelujah. Your breath leaves your mouth like a prayer and washes over me like faith.
My hands are hungry for your flesh, desperate in the way that rivers empty themselves over waterfalls.
I peel back your skin to see if we have the same scars. I follow the map of your veins back to your heart and press my palm against yours to tangle our lifelines.
I hope to breathe in you. I hope my body will be the blood your roots drink.
We commit sins in holy places, fold ourselves between pews like dirty pictures tucked into a bible. Pant each other’s names until they sound like scripture.
My tongue collides with your collarbone like a meteor careening across the cosmos, and I taste the stars you are made of.
You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.
You, benevolent god, legs splayed like instruments of creation. I, blank slate of the universe, kneel in wait for you to fill me with your hot, honeyed light.
My hands are suntanned tourists without a map whose desire compels them onward to explore your golden cities by the light of the stars.
The moment between your thighs where I become a devout follower of your existence. That hour which passes in slow seconds of soft skin, as I lay my head against you, drifting, drowsy with love.
Your grin is a flash of primal fire in the dark. Somewhere deep inside me, something hungry wakens and shifts, uncurls its insatiable tongue.
I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.
You till the soil of my need, my lips a blood-red flower bursting open with the first wet flush of your heat.
When it comes right down to it, all that nonsense about hearts syncing up feels like a hallelujah with our bodies pressed together like praying hands.
Every time, you peel back my skin, pry open my ribs, and feast on my insides. Every time, you make a meal of my heart, and every time, I let you.
You’re not one for poetry or sentimentality, so I’ll just say that I’ve dreamt of being the motor oil trapped in the grooves of your weathered hands.
I ache for your hum between my legs, the purring of motorcycles on winding highways: wind in my hair, and romance in losing myself to the sweet, revving vibration of the engine again and again.
You smile and it’s like sunrise. Something inside me Wakes up, stretching.
I float away in cool sheets against my burning skin, and you are the sea guiding me beyond the realm of earthly things.
My lipstick spills over your mouth and trickles down to your chin, your neck, pooling into your collarbones. We love like crushed grapes in wine country.
You’re kissing a wildfire up my thigh and I am tracing the landscape of your jawbone like a sculptor. My hands were made for this.
The rush you give me: The way a blade of grass must feel when splashed with a cloud’s cry after days of screaming for rain.
We are the fall of Rome, all fire and fighting. We collapse into each other like the pieces of the Parthenon, kissing like gladiators, loving like rebuilding.
You creep into my head like a river rushing for the sea & a cosmic digit of fingertips flash over me.
You are pressing against me like I press flowers against the pages in my book. You are kissing my neck and it feels like the start of forever. I want to touch you until my palms burn.
The wet of your mouth rains down my neck like frame, the soft heat of your tongue burns the apple in my throat. We are practiced at this love that asks angels to cover their eyes and turns devils shy.
I melt into the gentleness of your fingertips. Your tongue presses me open like the summer fresh flesh of a perfectly ripe fig, all juice, seeds and pulp.
The small of your back is refuge, is veldt, is summer heat. And I am predatory snarl.
I can’t brush out the taste of you; coffee breath, cigarette smoke, and all. Mouth to mouth; Our shared vices linger on each other. Your salt still lives in my tongue.
I’ll take you quiet as the bones in your closet, love as softly as a whisper. Holding your tongue like a secret.
You smiled and lit up like the dusk. I sank to your lips like the sun against the horizon. We made the day stand still.
I want to kiss you until you melt into me, ice turning to water. I want to drink you deep, and warm you from the inside.
ella doesn’t belong in society, she belongs to herself. she belongs in white cotton dresses in fields of freshly bloomed flowers when the sun hangs high in the sky. she belongs to the overlooked of the world, the mats where people brush off their shoes before they come inside. she belongs on the front lines of a fight, her sword drawn as she fights for what is just and right. she belongs to the deepest roots of the earth, where one day she will die and the earth will welcome her home again with open arms.
𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃, 𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙳, "𝙾𝙷?"
─ the kiss.
you typically wait until the last second to believe the truth─ because it would destroy you to believe it, and then find out it was a lie. you are someone who has never wanted to want, but has rarely been able to do anything else. the idea that you might have to break down your walls for the sake of someone else, someone who could easily decide they don't like what is on the other side, is harrowing. why let people get close enough to be rejected? you are enough for yourself. and you will tell yourself that every time you catch yourself staring at their mouth, smirking at their joke, finding a reason to flick their shoulder. until the kiss. that's when the flood of want, want, want bowls over you and you realize that you are torn between two ways of living. oh, you think. because despite how complicated you have made it, the moment you kiss, somehow, things seem incredibly simple. they won't be once you start thinking again, but for now, for this moment, you live in the quiet peace of revelation. oh.
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