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EXPECTATIONS
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Game of Thrones Daily
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Xuebing Du

@theartofmadeline

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Product Placement
The Bowery Presents
The Stonewall Inn
art blog(derogatory)
Today's Document
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@trashcore-witches
Personagens de contos de fadas.
tus manos calientes sobre mi cuerpo la sensación de tu piel suave bajo las yemas de mis dedos el olor de tus axilas el sabor de tu saliva me llevás en brazos a la cama me sostenés me dejo caer ya no me sostengo me acomodás el pelo con cuidado beso en el cuello beso en los labios te miro y te quiero más cerca más cerca más cerca más y siento todo lo que sé borrarse me desdibujo ante tu presencia ya no soy quien era antes soy nueva por el roce de tu piel por el calor de tu cuerpo la luz de la vela se mueve y las sombras bailan en tu cara tus ojos verdes me atraviesan y ocupás todo mi campo de visión y yo me entrego a vos entera mientras siento desarmarme como arena cayendo
How do you know any of this will be here after you blink? It's gonna just slip right through your fingers
Movement of spirits
by Cor Laffra
Summer Night, by Kitty Kielland, 1886. Oil on canvas.
i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite