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reblog to wirelessly transfer all of your dysphoria to jk rowling

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donald trump will die on july 20th 2025 at 1pm pacific standard time

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if we date, you gotta kiss me every 2 mins

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I want to be chosen without asking, remembered without reminding, loved without performing

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Thinking About Kissing Girls Again.

Thinking about kissing girls is my favorite little pastime as a chaos gremlin—I imagine she’s leaning back on a wall, grinning like she knows exactly what she’s doing. I pin her wrists down just to hear her giggle, all soft and smug, like, “Oh nooo, whatever will I do now~”

I kiss her until she forgets what she was teasing me about, then bite her shoulder, and she gasps—dramatic—before melting like a good little girl.

“You’re such a good girl when you want to be,” I whisper, and she hides her flushed face.

She squirms, makes those cute little noises like she’s trying not to beg for more, but her eyes tell the truth—she needs more.

I don’t even need to go further. I could, but honestly? I’m having too much fun just thinking about it, just watching her fall apart from just being held and kissed and loved so intensely.

I think I am a little too gay for our own good, and that’s exactly how I like it.

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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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Not to flirt but I would make you food in the middle of the night if you ask me to.

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being cuddled back to sleep would fix me

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I love possessiveness. Yes, make me yours, mark my body, tell me I belong to you, hold me tightly, tie me up, give your soul to me…

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ink in the shape of a girl

she is a portrait the heavens abandoned mid-creation, half shadow, half sonnet, an unfinished hymn stitched into the hush of some consecrated cathedral, veiled in dust and divinity.

her eyes, dark gold and tempest-bound, carry the hush of a storm just before the sky unfastens. i have seen constellations falter beneath less gravity than her gaze.

her lips are carved from reverie, a ruin of velvet and vow, the kind of silence that sings through stained glass and aching.

her skin is pale as devotion, soft as candle smoke on marble, the warmth of a memory trapped in alabaster.

her hair spills like ink from the throat of a quill, the kind that stains your prayers, your regrets, your unfinished endings.

she moves like a secret not meant for this world, a hush in human form, like the scent of rain blooming on stone, or the shiver before a dream breaks open.

i do not touch her. i worship her, from the aching corners of quiet rooms, from poems that end before the kiss.

she is the sorrow in beauty, the flicker in candlelight, the soft collapse of my religion beneath names no longer spoken.

she is every holy thing i have only ever found in the dark.

-korrin

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Long have I walked, with nought but the gods besides me

Long have I sought, long have I craved

Long have I listened to poets who wept

Yet still my heart remains unmoved

Poets proclaim fire and storm

They evoke passion and reverance

Yet I stand now beneath starlit sky

Weeping for what I never knew

Words whisper

Pages turn

Desires form like mist

Yet go unanswered ever more

For my heart remains my own still

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a relationship where the flirting never stops

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where?

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Thinking about how Odysseus carved the wedding bed out of an olive tree, which means the bed is rooted in the ground.

Thinking about the line “You don’t think I know my own palace? I built it!”.

Thinking about the fact that Odysseus built his entire palace around that olive tree, his and Penelope’s wedding bed, a symbol of their love.

Odysseus’ world is literally built around his love for Penelope.

…..i’m not crying, i just have an odypen in my eye.

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Can i come over nd play w ur hair

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I love the ships where they’re entranced by each other—Their souls entangled as they act as one. Kissing is unnecessary because what they have is so much better than kissing or intimacy. They don’t have to kiss to show each other how much they love or appreciate them. They’re like the Greek mythology stories about searching for your other halves, but they found their other half. They forget everything around themselves because they have each other. If the world was ending right then and there, they wouldn’t care because they had each other in that moment. Their destinies intertwined to meet each other again and again in every single universe. Every different person they could be and they’d still love each other like the last. Where it transcends any feelings you’ve had before because this is a whole different level. Where one would become so happy with their person that they become emotional about it. The yearning for each other when one is missing because it feels like something has been taken from them. The reaching out in front of themselves for the other despite being so far because they yearn for their missing half. The going to hell and back just to be with them.

Where they are not themself without their person.