#overly descriptive

[nctyping]

also popping in one more time before I go to bed to say that I am very open to criticism as long as it’s constructive because I’m sensitive shdhksdj

but if any of you have advice or something you’d personally see beneficial to me I’m all ears :))

[icanneverbesatisfied]

Secretschyulersister and thatoneimaginesblog??? Love you btw💜💚💙💕💜💚💙💕💕💕💕

i love you too!

@secretschuylersisterdark green like deep in the jungles. gray and silver. snow white and pale violet and the pink colour of tulips.

@thatoneimaginesblog dark red and barbie pink. coffee with milk and orange peels and coral. the blue colour of neon signs and bright yellow dandelions.

[imgoingtofighttheocean]

Just so we’re clear, if you ever, EVER use the term jailbait to refer to young girls i will personally come to your house and eviscerate you with sewing scissors

[iwilliamsigh]

New Beginnings

The time it takes to wash down what she just said to you, her lips are already clasped on yours. You barely know her but she's all that's been on your mind for 17 weeks now. Her soft eyes and sharp cheeks, the contrast enough to kill a man. This insurmountable look of death, loathing and emptiness, a self-fulfilling love that she has for herself; she respects her body and her soul, she needs no one to tell her she's beautiful, and although she may not always feel it she knows she has power, she could kill a man if she wanted. That said, anyone could kill a man if they wanted, killing a man because men are the most deserving of death, not because they are all evil just that they have the highest chance of being evil, and based on the past no one has any way to affirm that this man is not evil, do not kill him. She doesn't kill you though, instead she sucks your breath out of you, she bites the innermost of your anxieties and makes them lurch to the back of your throat. Unfortunately, this results in you pulling back and throwing up over you own feet. It may not have actually been the result of the kiss, it could have been the hard liquor and bong hits you had before coming here, but it sure felt like her lips pulling your stomach contents out your oesophagus. Her laughter is real, she enjoys seeing you like this, enjoys knowing you are a real person like everyone else, that you've got a gut that can be emptied as easily as it can be filled. The stumbling act of apologising and wiping spew off your feet, the stumbling grace of a well dressed boy turned gutless drunkard, the amusement of all abounds the hopelessness of this scene. She kisses your forehead, tells you she's dropped the class. You'll never see her again.

[fanfictionpedagogy-blog]

Zayn’s mouth tested like beer and a bit of cigarettes, and for some reason it just turn Harry even more on. Zayn’s smell was intoxicating; it was all boy and man, and sweat and perfume, a mix that only could be described as Zayn. And Harry found himself getting more and more caught to it.

hahahahahahahahaha

http://getmesometacos.tumblr.com/post/35018827658/zarry-fanfic-smut-one-shot

[fanfictionpedagogy-blog]

He was about to say something like “never mind” when Zayn’s eyes looked at his, like he was trying to see in his soul, like he could see inside of it and loved what he was seeing, because he gave Harry the most beautiful smile he had even seen.

You and your beautiful soul.

http://getmesometacos.tumblr.com/post/35018827658/zarry-fanfic-smut-one-shot

[fanfictionpedagogy-blog]

God, he would have to wear a scarf on the next day, there were for sure several purple hickeys on his skin, and he could already feel them.

Can Harry feel them or see them? Can he see himself? Or are there two of him? sharing one consciousness? Is this why he could kiss himself?

http://getmesometacos.tumblr.com/post/35018827658/zarry-fanfic-smut-one-shot