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🐍 Hi, I’m Lani. I use she/her. I’m 22 years old. I’m biromantic, emphasis on romantic.

⛪️ I am very artistically inclined! I write poetry more than anything. I love music. Ethel Cain is my all-time favorite artist.

🪓 I’m new to tumblr so bear with me! Just here to make new friends and whatnot.

🥩 Sometimes this blog will be nsfw, but I’ll try to keep most of that contained to my other account: mxmmy-lxve. This one will just be personal rambles or whatever is on my mind.

🌾 I’m southern and survived a cult so you already know the hierophilia is insane.

🖤 Big fan of yearning

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ledwinged

Thinking about you

Everything I’ve loved, I’ve walked away from. It was all for the best; all for them, and I can only hope they understand why I had to leave.

But you know, I had someone once. The best friend I ever had. But we had a big falling out, and haven’t spoken since. Our paths diverged, and that’s alright.

I left first. I think I was afraid of what I felt for her, when I was really honest with myself. She had long pin-straight blonde hair, light like the moon when it’s full. Her eyes were big and green, like a forest you could get lost in. She was my opposite in every sense of the word, but that decade we spent as friends will always hold a soft spot in my memory. She was my other half, as the poets say.

I’ll never reach out again. But the bitter truth is that there is no other woman I could ever love again except for her.

When I lost my mind, I did so alone. She was too late to save me, and by that point, I didn’t want to be saved. I gave myself over to anything that would hurt me, so long as I could suffer. But she wouldn’t. She would never.

I’d rather spend years looking for her in crowds than torment her with my love. I will somehow use this destruction lying dormant inside me to create a better world for her. I carry her with me. Nobody can know me without knowing her, by extension.

We kissed only once. It was chaste and brief, and she tasted like liquor. That is why I started drinking.

Men inherently know me by the shape of my body. She knew me by the shape of my soul. She knew me by my knock, by my footsteps. We never said it aloud, but sometimes I’d catch her staring at me with a little too much affection in that smile she wore when she was having a good time.

And history will write us off as best friends.

#personal vent #wlw

trustthe

she can't remember anymore.

sumheavyocean

“Performative male manipulator” lol. males should perform for me. Dance, jester

Nah I don’t even like him at all honestly, just sometimes I have thoughts about him being nervous while fucking me in missionary and whispering “shhh, it’s okay” to him while running my hands down his sides and his stomach tenderly. It literally means nothing like fr

r0ttdweller

—and so september comes to it’s narrowing end.

Bro last night was in and of itself

One sip of whiskey and I’m already considering texting my ex

Feeling oddly willing and ready to commit to someone today. I wonder if I’m hypnomanic lmao

Yknow what idc maybe I like my men a little jealous

Submissive men 😍 men who know their place 😍 men who aren’t ashamed of being vocal during sex 😍 men who respect women 😍 awkward shy men with nerdy ass interests 😍 men who have puppy energy 😍

My love is religious. My rage is biblical.

Something Better by The Broken View

naughtywritings

I wanna be your 2am thoughs while you are masturbating.

Sorry guys creepypasta + marble hornets are a few of my special interests, not to show my neurodivergence but I was shaking and about to cry when they posted again (employed grown ass woman btw) 🥀🥀🥀

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