#imagining

[oncce-againn]

I need to stop imagining situations in my head that aren't going to happen.

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[effortlessly-unhinged]

Being immortal with ADHD would suck. You would finally get around to returning that book to the library only to find out said library was demolished eight years ago to make room for a mall. You'd suddenly remember that one friend you haven't seen in a while and turns out he's been dead for two decades. You'd get a random craving for a street snack that hasn't been made since the silk road was a thing and the recipe has been lost to time (you did scribble it down at one point but hell if you know what happened to that piece of parchment and there's no way you can recall it from memory). You keep mixing up your falsified identities and got arrested for driving with a license from 1972.

[wenipurp]

Wish I could make pancakes for my stressed man when he comes home from work

[eyesfullastarz]

am I in blue and yellow because of the brazil game… am I in blue and yellow because of byler… we may never know.

[fallenneziah]

Simon having a cigarette on the porch of your home out in the early morning. It's just early enough the sky is still a little grey, a chill breeze in the air.

He exhales smoke from his lungs, looking down at you, naked between his thighs. Eyes fluttering closed briefly as you go down around his length, slowly stroking him through your throat.

He hums, hand running over the sides of his jeans and to your hair, tugging it gently as he blows another drag of smoke.

"That's it baby... Right there." He says with the quiet morning rasp. Being out in the middle of the open where anyone of their neighbors could see you on your knees while he relaxed back into his chair.

"Doing so good for me..." And he casually smoking his cigarette while you suffocate yourself on his cock to get that morning edge off him.

[groovy-angel000]

Sometimes I catch myself imagining that we get the chance to just talk—really talk. We’d catch up on everything life has thrown at us, you telling me how you’ve been, me telling you how I’ve been. No tension, no distance, just the comfort of two people who once knew each other well. In those moments, it feels easy again—like old friends sharing stories and laughter instead of strangers carrying silence.