Mar 1
Looking at 14th century fashion (for funsies) and LOOK at how SLUH - NO covering of drapery
Its depicted under “young Italians” no way this was not the sluttiest thing possible at the time and I’m fucking here for it
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Looking at 14th century fashion (for funsies) and LOOK at how SLUH - NO covering of drapery
Its depicted under “young Italians” no way this was not the sluttiest thing possible at the time and I’m fucking here for it
@dragonbleps
she’s a cover girl she’s a model
She gets very nervous around loud noises
You ever had that kind of love where you feel like everything is equal to the feeling of waking up before anyone else on a snowy morning? You know the feeling. Hopeful. In true awe. Grateful and ready. Excited. Calm. Peaceful and full of beauty that is untouched. Something so pure you don’t want to move, lest the moment cease to exist. That feeling? … it’s.. not passion fueled chaos or biting your own bones to find something to feed them. It’s more.. the first half of a rom-com. Or, a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer. Or the first fall of snow. .
God, if you are still reading this and you don’t know what i mean.. i truly hope you find it.
Because it makes everything make sense.
I just wanna be fuckin loved, dude. You know? And more than that, i want to love someone. I have so much deep, deep love inside of me, bursting at the seams.
Yes, I’m horny but fuck
I want to think of someone as i fall asleep with peace in my heart, wake up next to them or still be on FaceTime and watch them smile as they see me. I want to make breakfast as i speak in a southern accent and pour them a second glass of wine as we begin to speak like Long Island housewives to each other and sit on the couch in new cuddle positions, laughing between kisses and unbridled “i love you’s”.
I’m sorry to myself for working so much. I’m sorry to the love that has yes to find me, as i know he’s probably just as lonely.
Just thoughts
Been seeing lots of close ups of wings lately, what’s uh, what’s goin on with that?
Reinventing myself at 3:42pm on a Wednesday
Oh, thank goodness.
I was wrong.
I thought I’d die before 18.
Hey, mom! I see you in your sixties.
It looks good on you.
Thank heavens, I was wrong.
I thought I’d never love myself.
Hi, me! You’re good at growing.
Sure are something beautiful.
Wow.
I wonder what else I’m wrong about.
Maybe lots. I hope so.