#on life

[virgointerlude]

A Hopeless Romantic's Birthday Wish <3

GOd I want Romance so deep I get flustered and shy, a sexy warm townhouse with rolling hills and the beach as my view. Honey I want long afternoons sipping tea and sipping you, cozy beautiful evening going over depositions and papers that I can't but make a mess of... I want enchanting, comatose LOVE, I'm so embarrassed I want it all. Baby I want it all- A Love that hit me so hard I can't even handle it.. Making love so good, I get headrushes, so melancholic, so pure, so encapsulating. Rigorous.

A Love so deep, too much to bear I'm almost scared. I want to be scared. A bed in the middle of a sullen library bc that turns me on for some reason. with Cake and bouquets everywhere, Incense and flowers blocking my peripheral, A day of Orgasms and Humming, sweet music laced with bells and harps. The soft light bleeding into the room and No one around for miles, not one person to gauge me since I like my privacy...No one to hear us, No one to hear me screaming my own name because I'm so confused, A Love to deep I can't even sense myself. SO romantic, so scornful yet no malice. Gentle, firm. Warm bruising intent. Soft whips of cream and light sensual spanks followed by reassuring adoring kisses. I want it. My Buddhist chants and sweet whispers. I can't help loving you and I have to confess. so embarrassing. Perfectly overwhelmed. I'm so happy to be here my sweet. We did the right thing my angel. Warm vanilla and tobacco fragrance.. Maybe we'll smoke if we're feeling bad. delicious wine because I had this amazing White one with Dinner last night, dreaming I was with somebody, and hoping my wish to come true.

Seeing stars because You know I like to star gaze... enough you reach out and grab them for me, a handful. so entranced... forever blissed out, It's too much to bear. Good or embarrassing. I just can't help it. I've lost all control, all angst. I just can't...can't stop blushing, breathing. This is something so hard, so blissfully, too much. How did you get so good Mon trésor.

God If only a love like this were true.

[beemintty]

intoxication is a slippery slope that only ever ends in sliding down to the floor of your shower.

[catmint1]

To survive, you must tell stories.

—Umberto Eco, The Island of the Day Before

[potnialabyrinthoio95]

Interesting

[beemintty]

there’s a little voice at the back of your nostalgia,

it’s whispering things you’re too scared to say

under all that bitter sweet reminiscing,

and gently tugging pain.

you forget we share more than just a face,

for the curse of listening beyond words spoken

has plagued us since our first words were broken.

and now i listen to a question you don’t speak:

“why did you leave me?”

[beemintty]

soulmates don’t always take the form of lovers,

sometimes they’re a girl i met in middle school.

[going-against-the-panel]

Just saw an LLM advertisement that used as its example image a description of the phenomenon of farting, which feels appropriate.

I don't want to say fuck AI because some of my acquaintances best friends are AI, but I will in a heartbeat say fuck LLMs.

So, yeah. Official Gwenpool statement.