#with desire

[pondwatergirl]

[jackcalavera]

Although Covid feels like it’s to an end, I will never forget how essential workers from gas stations, fast food, to doctors and nurses, and of course, to Raza- waking up at dawn providing food on our tables while at the same time, all those employed during those dark times were the only thing holding the economy together. Especially since we all had to deal with Karens, racist and anti-vaxxers/anti-maskers. Jokes on them, everyone has a phone.

It truly felt as though the world was ending and in our most vulnerable and private moments, despite all being indoors we had each other. 2020 alone I almost died multiple times and having those near death experiences made me think ahead. Let’s not go back to any old routines. You have a dream? A crazy idea? Go for it. Only thing you’ll lose are you doubts and fears. Make room for confidence, ingenuity and love. Let’s not return to any routines holding us back. Con ganas gente. Con ganas

[agusvedder]

Two idiots in love.

[rubinee]

some of the thigs you guys post on this here website make me absolutely fucking mad

[pretentiousdaisy]

Costumes are for the weak. We create our world without promises but with desire, with no lies, but with kisses, without asteroids, but inside the walls of our hearts!

[moddestmouse]

you know what’s never sounded more appealing than right now?????? waffles................................ugh and a lil turky bacon and sausig oh my gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooddddddddddd

[the--theo]

Thianna || PIN ME UP || UNF

Theodore was watching Dianna as she got ready to leave. He watched her reflection as she fixed her hair up and her brown curls formed a messy but beautiful bun, when a single lonely curl escaped her fingers and trailed at her neck, to her shoulder, in a seductive and elegant way. He watched the reflection of her concentrated face, the puckered lips painted in a red lipstick. It reminded him even more of the cherry scent they always carried, the one that aggravated him and made him restless. He watched the black smokey eyelids of hers that made her eyes stand our on her pale face. The red dress she had worn on their first date on Valentine’s adored her small frame and he could not keep his blue eyes off her. He slowly moved in her direction, sliding a hand down her waist and moving it around it in a caress, wishing he could feel the skin under the material.

"You look fantastic tonight.” He purred in her ear and his lips trailed the skin of her jaw as he looked at them both in the mirror. He towered over her even in her high heels, and they stood next to each other perfectly well. Light skin, dark curly hair, but where her eyes were dark and warm his were might blue and liercing. Looking through you and inside of you. He smiled devilishly, staring at her eyes as he slowly put both hands in her waist and moved her slowly in an inexistent music, placing an eager kiss on her neck. “Are you sure we need to head out right now? We can be late, you know. My parents won’t really mind it.” He grinned wickedly and trailed his hands up her waistline, to her sides and only the movement of her arms over his stopped him. He wasn’t sure if she just still was not ready or if she didn’t trust him yet, but he hated every second of this waiting, of this sweet, sweet torture she was inflicting upon him. He bit her ear lightly and spun her around in his arms, pulling her with ease off the floor and moving forward until her back touched the wall and he let go of her. He cut her way off with his hands, putting them on both sides of her body, against the wall. He tilted his head down and bent his back just a bit so he could press his forehead against hers and sigh with desire against her, his hot breath moving the curl that hung lonely about her face. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve laid eyes on, you tiny little goddess of torture…” He smiled at her again and pulled away one hand so he could cup her chin and pull her face up and meet her lips eagerly and passionately. They were soft and hot and sensual and the smallest of sighs escaped between them and he could swear he was in a little piece of heaven right now, away from every demon that has ever haunted his broken mind and insides. Before he could restrain himself his other hand was on her waist, pulling her fragile body against his as their weight leaned on the wall for support….

@dianna–backersfeld