trying on a metaphor

blake kathryn
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if i look back, i am lost

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I have like 800 followers and no one likes or reblogs anything I post. this is why I stopped using tumblr. y’all suck lmao.
Sunday Morning
Sex on a Sunday morning after a warm cup of coffee and breakfast. Where the sunlight is still spilling colors of orange and purple onto white walls. At a time where the earth is still dewy and sleeping.
The idea of an open palm passing over your shoulder to hold you tighter to steady yourself as you both heave yourselves over the edge.
To lay there, in an open room. To hear so very little but the sound of your breath slowing; relaxing. I can see your body twitch as you adjust into more comfortable positions. And as I fall back to sleep that morning, I nestle in the farest confines of the world which I had originally hoped no one would ever see.
Your body is now close to mine. Your right arm beneath my cheek as your chest rests upon the thin shoulder blades of my back.
I can still feel you in me.
But it’s different now.
Sunday Morning
Sex on a Sunday morning after a warm cup of coffee and breakfast. Where the sunlight is still spilling colors of orange and purple onto white walls. At a time where the earth is still dewy and sleeping.
The idea of an open palm passing over your shoulder to hold you tighter to steady yourself as you both heave yourselves over the edge.
To lay there, in an open room. To hear so very little but the sound of your breath slowing; relaxing. I can see your body twitch as you adjust into more comfortable positions. And as I fall back to sleep that morning, I nestle in the farest confines of the world which I had originally hoped no one would ever see.
Your body is now close to mine. Your right arm beneath my cheek as your chest rests upon the thin shoulder blades of my back.
I can still feel you in me.
But it's different now.
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“Bend Me” Anna-Me
did you know that Friday 13th was meant to be a really good lucky day meant for fucking because it was dedicated to Freyja, the goddess of love and fertility and the patron goddess of Fridays
but then Christianity found out about it and were like “Fucking???? outside of marriage????? NO NO NO!!!” and decided it was a horrible terrible bad unlucky day and you need to be super careful of everything you do in case you die or some shit.
so thanks Christians for ruining everyone’s fucking fun
Petition to bring back Friday the FUCKteenth.
Hi guys ✌
Why is it that the more I try to find myself, the more lost I feel?
"Step into this world And see through my eyes You’ll find that there is a love Behind disguise In this heart space I feel perpetual grace And through time We will both survive I can feel her taking me back I can hear her calling me home Mother nature suspended in time We are one We are divine" #lytlecreek #forest #nymphs #mothernature
"Wanderer Survey the shrinking globe All your troubles seem smaller The farther you go Wanderer Never coming home All your troubles seem smaller The farther you go"
I wish i could be a forest nymph.
Let's get lost, Alice.
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