Voids don't exist here

Only rainbows, frappuccinos, glitter and efforts do. Losing and finding myself simultaneously and continuously. Main blog: creatingnikki

[achillesinhighheels]

nobody in the entire world has ever known what to do with me

[alanrobertmassey]

"But not yet, Please" from my debut poetry collection Clean Afternoon Love

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[manny-jacinto]

“you’re so weird, are you on something?” yeah i’ve been on tumblr for 10+years

[coquettelust]

People who smile at you when you make eye contact with them are my favorite type of people.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Marie-Helene Bertino

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[runninnlow]

xx

[wingkink]

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

[xxxadgothur]

[heavenlyyshecomes]

there is a level of seduction that exists beyond the body. something less tangible, and perhaps more potent. anais nin understood this idea about how desire does not begin with touch but with language, perception, and the sharp electric pull of a mind that challenges and excites you. in her journals, desire is not just a physical hunger but a hunger of the intellect, an unraveling of thought before an unraveling of the body. to be drawn into someone’s mind, to feel their thoughts press against your own, can be more intoxicating than any physical closeness.

—Caitlyn Richardson, 'can intellectual intimacy replace physical desire?', in milk fed

[javarisx-fightingthosedemons]

[trvlytylar]

so good and i think that really goes for everything.

[shockpine]

[javarisx-fightingthosedemons]

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt

[oh-lapetitemort]

Comfort sex where there's no rush to make each other cum, but those deep strokes make us feel as close as ever. Hands all over, caressing and soothing, face hiding in the other's neck. We couldn't possibly be closer and yet we keep pulling each other in.

[inprnt]

“Self-aware” by Sergio Vallés on INPRNT