“And then there were those nights, where all I could feel was skin. That heat had been unbearable, and absolutely delicious. If I could die, I would go to hell for lust just for those nights alone. I would practically become him, both up and down, through taste and flesh. The sweat would make us soft enough to slide across each other’s bodies, like raindrops off a leaf.
It was warm, so warm, and we would leave the window open so the wind would blow our hair across our faces. It was warm enough that we couldn’t even feel the cold. The wind was loud enough that nobody would hear us, praise the lord. Those nights we would dance, skin against divine skin. Pressed together, like a wax seal to a letter. A love letter, from me to him, filled with soft praises and whispers of impossible promises.
As a bee is to a rose, and as a poet is to his craft, we were inseparable until morning came.”
ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.
ngl dream is the kinda guy to have a super weird name for his dick. he’d call it his chicken tender or something
the only good thing that ever came out of harry potter was this short comic i wrote in 7th grade about dobby becoming a stripper
FEBRUARY 28TH 10AM PST!!!!!!!
Instead of doing NanoWriMo I will be doing something where I try to aim for writing an actual average of 400 words a day for the month of November in memory of Terry Pratchett, who as far as I know never thought telling a computer to write a book for you is a good way to hone your skills as a writer.
(they’re censored cause i posted them to tiktok earlier)
the funny thing about these is that NOBODY HAD HURT ME YET? LIKE DUDE WHY WAS I 13 YEARS OLD WRITING EDGY BREAKUP POEMS ON QUOTEV LMAOOOO
Killian or Michael|18|he/him|aspiring author/screenwriter
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