he actually wanted to visit a beautiful Void with you and have fun but when he opened the door, he saw you sitting in your own despair
if you cried at this point, he started to panic a bit but wiped your tears away and gave you a hug (only if you're comfortable with that)
he'll make you some tea or coffee and ask you what happened
he then put on some music and hugged you a bit more
he might start dancing though
it really cracks you up, making you laugh so hard that you could've died
the next time he sees you, he brought you a special flower: the mend flower (only if the breakup wasn't your fault. if it was, he brings you a friendship flower instead)
he knows how to deal with heartbreak....somehow
he actually doesn't know what to do, he's just extra kind and caring
if argos needs to leave, he will put you in front of the telly and make you watch fun stuff with mr plant
child's play - aberdeen is dead
stay away - nirvana
popular - nada surf
psychomania - meaningful stone
radiant city - deftones
pg. 4 a picture of three hedges - julie
reblog if you
1) wanted honesty
2) broke your foot from jumping out the second floor
3) wear me out
4) sing the words but don't know what it means
5) are telling me the truth and mean this
6) are not okay
Party Poison for sure, pretty much the whole Danger Days album. also Teenagers makes me wanna dance. Mama is also an honorable mention :D
every song makes me move somehow tbh xD
thank you guys so much!!! I never thought this was possible (this sounds so cheesy)
my tumblr account is "in bloom" like tender age and paranoia (get the reference?)
warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of drugs (only once) this is my first smut just to let you know
the clinging sounds of the water dripping from his body creates an atmosphere, so sensual. hazel eyes look at me sharply, like a hyena looks at its victim but also like a lost kitten. his black hair sticks to his face, to his soft skin, glistening in the light and dark. He pants heavily, haven't been served air for 1-2 minutes. I thought he might suffercate but his mouth said and showed otherwise, playing, acting between my thighs. he inches closer, gripping my neck and finally pulling me in. hungry, passionate, lustful. he licked my lips, asking for entrance, slipping his tongue in, fighting for dominance. it got a bit sloppy but also more lustful and hungry like he was starving himself to oblivion before, now wanting to eat something and choosing me. the warmth left my lips, moving to my neck, biting and leaving marks. My eyes were closed, letting the bliss take over me, streaming through my body like blood or heroin. the warmth left again. opening my eyes to see him looking at me as he pulled away, a little smirk spreading on his face. he dove under the surface slowly and seductively, going back to where he started. letting his tongue dance across my body, licking my insides and my thighs, my shaking, moanful breathing symbolizing the epiphany and bliss, the dark part of paradise, where the snake takes over with seduction. he hits the spot so good and I let out a loud moan. I'm glad to feel something good after such a long time of feeling down even though I already started feeling better when I met him but still the days were tough. he made me feel so loved that I could cry thinking about this. I felt myself tense up as I felt I was close, his tongue moving more intense, hitting the core everytime. As I finally came undone, my body felt the tension release and relax. he came back up. I put my hands on his cheeks and look at him deeply. then again, like an impulse, we crashed together and let our emotions dance around in circles.
all of them. I have nothing more to say.
y'all should know I'm at least two of em
Reblog if
A) you're panromantic
B) you like cats
C) you wish you were a dragon
D) you're hanging on by a thred
But don't say which
looks are more important today. they all sound the same. music doesn't mean anything anymore. yesterday: hit, tomorrow: forgotten. short shallow songs. same old shit spit out and shitted out by consuming too much milk. boring, always the same, sometimes even plagiarized. bring back the value, bring back mtv times, bring back the time when we waited in front of the radio for our favorite song from our favorite artist. bring back music and forget the trash like it was supposed to be, quote: the labels.
I'm not saying that everyone out there is making bad music but most people don't stand out or just copy.
your scent is still here in my place of recovery | he/they | call me puddin, I'm your j♡ker
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