Sumisa Lily's Surrender

NSFW 18+ MDNI F/50s

[sumisa-lily]

Throwback. This was the first personal picture I posted on Tumblr way back when and what I used as my avatar photo. Hanging out at the pool in Florida in summertime. Man my hair was really long!

[goldedeger]

[inyafaccce]

[noxsera]

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[its-me-mel]

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[goodgirl-aura]

sooo sleepy, just need to be cuddled, and babied, and kissed, and taken care of

[sumisa-lily]

☝️

[justme--48]

[sumisa-lily]

There is no lie here.

[a--z--u--l]

No quiero que todo pase quiero que algo permanezca.

[sumisa-lily]

[sumisa-lily]

I’m comming to You. You are blazing. I’m giving You a rose. It embalms sweet. I’m givin a kiss… I melt of You. I melt and flow with You. Like an ice in a spring river. I melt and stay. Sun will vaporise us. It will take us up into clouds. And then we both will fall. Drop by drop. We’ll fall out of the sky. We’ll raise from dew to fog. Every sunny warm morning. We’ll let the wind pull us with him. Cooling ourselves in forest shadows. There in silence we’ll cool off One from another. But in stormy days and nights. We’ll billow and crash. One to another. Like crazy and wild. We’ll churn into white foam. Ashore in sands we’ll wait For the yellow october leaves Into them we’ll fall asleep. We’ll fall into and freeze.

We’ll freeze and melt again And flow and raise and fall again. Over and over again

Even if we were in separete glasses of water. We would move together and whisper. Even if in the oceans mixed. We would move together and sing.

I’m comming to You. You are blazing. I’m giving You a rose It embalms sweet.

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If I’ll ever meet You. I’ll take our time… To dance dance dance dance with You…

~ Martins Paparde

[sumisa-lily]

[sumisa-lily]

“What? Do you dare smile and suggest for a moment that just because of the Absence between us I cannot make myself vivid to you? Ho! Silly boy! Don’t you know that the plainest sort of black ink throbs more than some blood—and the touch of the softest hand is a harsh caress compared to the touch of a reasonably shrewd pen? Here—now, I say—this very moment: Lift this letter of mine to your face, and swear—if you’re honestly able to—that you can’t smell the rose in my hair!”

~ Eleanor Hallowell Abbott, Molly Make-Believe

[sumisa-lily]

“It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.”     ~ Erma Bombeck

[sumisa-lily]

“Do you ever feel that way?“ “Lonely?” I search for the words. “Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As if you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it.” He nods, and I think he’s appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It’s sentimental and true, and I’ve revealed a part of myself I shouldn’t have. “Do you know what I think?” Kartik says at last. “What?” “Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.”    ~ Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing    

[sumisa-lily]

[sumisa-lily]

“I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.”

~ Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

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[9ofarc]

I love when people are weird. Do your thing diva