There Is So Much Inside Of Me

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

yes yes mean scary sadists are great but what about sadists that smile and sweet talk you while they wreck your shit? sadists that speak in a sing songy voice while making you cry, sadists that giggle when you beg for mercy, sadists that can't help but express joy while they're making you suffer, sadists that strike fear in your heart every time you see their wicked grins?

in desperate need of a sleepy and gropey makeout sesh that ends with me face down ass up while you tease me about how easy it was to make me drip down my thighs

Sometimes, I just want the quiet parts. The slow, sweet gratification of aftercare. The chance to touch you without demand, to simply be here, tending to you. Hours where I do nothing but care for you, to bathe you in the dim light of a too-warm shower, kneeling at your feet, kissing each mark, each bruise, each tender place you took so beautifully, so wantonly, so stunningly.

I want to hold you close, feel the tremble of your muscles as I run my hands over your skin, soothing, worshiping, reminding. I want to press my lips to each red streak I left behind, whispering reverence against your flesh, telling you without words how much I cherish every moment you give me.

And when we are done, I will make sure you drink, make sure you eat. Yes, you might fuss, might try to pull away. That happens sometimes. I know that. Sometimes our scenes go too deep, take too much, and the quiet afterward lets shadows creep in. But I won’t let them take you. I will be there, ready. I will battle them one by one, drive them out, keep them from pulling you under.

I will gather you into my arms, tuck you close, press my lips to your temple, then your eyelids, then finally your mouth. That’s how I will hold you, how I will be your shield, your safe place, your certainty. I will make sure you know you can give me anything, any feeling, any word, or nothing at all. If you just need me to be here, I will be here.

I will be whatever you need. Because I worship you. Because I adore you. Because I am just as devoted to you as you are to me.

And with each kiss, each touch, I thank you. Thank you for putting your trust in my hands. Thank you for letting me take you apart, and for trusting me to put you back together. I will never let us leave a scene without solidifying what we are. Without reaffirming this bond.

Because it is sacred.

And so are you.

“Walking in Beauty” by Coderch & Malavia

nothing i love more than touching a girl whilst she’s talking about her interests. hearing her stumble over her words as you speed up and slow down. giggling at her and replying “oh yeah that’s so cool” as you push a finger inside watching bliss wash over her pretty face. encouraging her to carry on talking as you fuck harder into her until she can barely speak.

this post is about wlw, men and minors dni.

i’m a very polite girl, i’ll always say my please’s and thank you’s after getting fucked to the point of exhaustion

This is your daily reminder to not be ashamed of making your life easy for yourself.

Cut your food into small pieces, make the font size 30 on your e book, use straws to drink, get a pen that’s comfortable to hold, take more naps, walk slowly, eat another cookie, buy velcro shoes, re-watch the part you couldn’t understand the first time, write things on your hands so you don’t forget it… whatever you want and/or need

Don’t let anyone tell you how you should be doing things. We don’t need to prove each other anything