#IM A FUCKING HOPELESS ROMANTIC

[f3ngari]

soooo…. how do you pull… atp i’m gonna be single forever 😭😭 /hj

(rant in the tags)

[imsilay]

you absolutely have NO idea HOW MUCH I LOVE OBSESSIVE AND DESPERATE MAN

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i hate pinterest for always bringing these pics on my page T-T

especially this fucking painting:

if he aint like this i don’t want him.

my delusions (cus i’m a delulu bitch):

He buried his head between your thighs. The fabric of your skirt is covering his face as his hands found their place on your ankles. He knew it was ridiculous to see a man like him, a huge, grown man with board shoulders and potential to kill a bear with his bare hands, kneeling infrond of you and pleading love from you. Just a little affection from you was all he was asking for. Even if you did it with pity or by delaying he would accept it. His head brushed against your skirt as he looked up to you and inched closer to your stomach. You narrowed your eyes and raised an eyebrow. He immediately stopped and sunk back down. “Darling…” he mumbled as his thumbs caressed your ankles. “No.” you answered sternly and leaned back onto couch. “Please?” he tried again. His hands moved up to your calfs with the wanting to feel me of you. “You don’t think you can get whatever you want when you act like that, right?” you crossed your legs causing him to lift his head and then put his chin on your knee stubbornly. He refused to leave you alone. “Can’t i?” you felt a pout in his voice. You rolled your eyes and bounced your legs to push his head off. “Get up. You make yourself look pitiful.” you spat.

He clenched his jaw and sit straight on his knees. Then grabbed your wrists and pulled you foward to him, making your cleavage his view. “Do you think i care?” he hissed and nuzzled his face into your neck. Savoring your scent. “You know i will make you my wife. Whether you like it or not.” his voice stained with lust and determination. “And when i do…” he trailed off and his fingers brushed against your waist and up to your breasts. His palm covered the skin under your breasts and squeezed lightly. You felt blood rushing to your cheeks and your face burned. “You can’t escape your fate. Don’t worry, my love. You will enjoy it. A lot.” he whispered against your skin making you feel tingly with the vibration of his voice.

You swallowed and tried to straighten your posture but he didn’t let go before pushing your hair of your neck and pressing a delicate kiss. He already knew he had you in the palm of his hand. Your protests did nothing to stop him. “Get out.” you mumbled and crossed your arms. He chuckled dryly and get up, his frame towering over you as you refused to look into his eyes. “I promise.” he mumbled before leaving your room.

now do whatever you want with this information.

[kissingrhi]

begging on my hands and knees and crying and sobbing pls make another jesse pinkman fic again soon

my fav character of all time!! <3 love jesse. soft fic for all my fellow jesse fans ily all

his gently highlighted, dusty brown strands were right across your chest, his right ear listening in on your heartbeat, matching every breath that you took. your hands was interlinked with one of his, his thumb gently running over your skin.

"you wanna know something?" you leaned in towards his head, like you were whispering an unforgivable secret. beginning to giggle.

"oh, god. what?" he groaned, eyebrow infamously raising at your tone. he turned over to look at you, morning sun pouring in from your window onto his beautiful blue eyes. you were sure you could cry. he had the gentlest smile tugging at his lips, one that he couldn't wipe away when he looked at you, no matter how hard he tried. he was smitten, absolutely whipped. not that you were any different towards him.

he was practically poetry in motion. every part of him was like a piece of art, and every word he spoke was the truth to you. some called it delusion, others called it the honeymoon phase, but you both knew that it was plainly love.

you took your hand out of his, rolling your eyes at his playful whine, quietly telling him to 'hush.' you put both of your hands against the sides of his jaw, massaging the light stubble and mentally tattooing the scratchiness of it against your palms onto your brain.

he was blushing now, nose lightly scrunching and smile growing into a beaming, glowing grin.

"you are the most beautiful person i think i've ever met." you whispered, quietly. as if speaking too loud would disrupt the gorgeous atmosphere of your simple bedroom, only because he was lying against you.

the grin dropped, instead curling up to bite his lip and ignore the rush of a feeling he couldn't describe in his chest. he almost wanted to cry. his big eyes were peering up at you, and if you could, you'd keep him here for ever. safe and sheltered and held. exactly what he needs. what he deserves.

goosebumps rose over his body at the authenticity in your eyes. a blush spread to the tips of his ears.

he rolled over to rest his chin on your stomach and stare up at you again. "you wanna know something else?" he was giggling now. it was juvenile, how he looked at you like you'd hung every star in the sky.

"hm?" you hands were now in his hair, barely scratching at his scalp. it was your turn to be bashful, feeling heated at his passionate gaze.

"i think i'm in love with you." he said, breathlessly. his hands now going to mimic yours from earlier, holding on to the sides of your face.

after taking in your shy state, he pressed a warm kiss against your lips. tongues on tongues, laughter echoing against the walls of your room. the golden sun falling into the area was not nearly as bright as the childlike joy you two felt with the other. he messily flipped you, so that you were straddling his waist.

his hands traveled your figure, squeezing and tickling at his favorite parts. like random moles, your thighs, and your lower back. you were tangling into each other more and more, the invisible string that had gotten you to this point only ever tightening. only bringing you closer.

"i actually retract my statement from earlier." he started, face going deadpan, yet you still knew he wasn't serious.

"oh? what's that?" you playfully spouted, squeezing your thighs around his hips.

"i'm definitely in love with you."

one single thread of gold tied me to you.

[shutup-andletme-go]

I cannot rely on one person for me to be happy my happiness isn't allowed to be only triggered by one person I can be happy at every little thing it doesn't matter about this one person

[hum-suffer]

Patne ko taiyaar hu, koi patane wala chahiye

Photo to hai, koi Sundar kehne wala chahiye

Phool to hai, koi baalon mein lagane wala chahiye

Payal to hai, koi pehnane wala chahiye

Gajra to hai, koi Gajra lagane wala chahiye

Gaana to hai, koi saath gaane wala chahiye

Scooty to hai, koi piche baithne wala chahiye

Dandiya to hai, koi saath garba karne wala chahiye

Nahkre hai, koi jehlne wala chahiye

Baatien hai koi sune wala chahiye

Chocolate hai, koi lene wala chahiye

Atm card to hai, bank mein Paisa chahiye

[ashertickler]

Do u guys have any drama in ur life i wanna hear about it cause im nosy

....oh this comes at a fun time since I legit just deleted instagram after months of gossip and backstabbing and chatting shit and people playing with loyalties all as the result of me breaking up with my ex and everyone we worked with and people I considered friends deciding to get involved 🙃

[mirkwood]

Today on the Thoughts. It's bittersweet to think about feanormelkor actually being "romantic" (it's up to you to decide how you wanna interpret them being like that.) bc even if they tried in their own weird way to do that it will still end in tragedy bc melkor decides to fuck him up so. Isn't it more lovely that way. It always ends the same way no matter what. You trusted him and now you're facing the consequences ❤

[crowned-bottom]

I love you wholesome gender interactions I love you vanilla t4t sex I love you people who don't know what their gender is I love you people who know exactly what their gender is but they need to diy it listen I'm all for freaky t4t sex but sometimes I just want to have loving and soft missionary sex with sloppy kisses and hand holding and a lot of cuddling afterwards. I want someone to lust after me with or without a binder I want someone who matches my gender freak I want someone who doesn't find the idea of a reduction disgusting I want someone who will make me a cup of tea in the morning and let me put my cold hands on their warm body while teasing me for being cold while pulling me closer

[rocarynart]

Waiting for the eclipse

This year's lesson from the gods to me has been two things. Humanity and patience. Yeah. Wicked combo.

Life has a way of reminding you that you have needs, that you are vulnerable, and while yes, you are a vessel for magic and creativity, you had to be nerfed because you are too powerful, and thus you have a shit health bar. I think the harder part of the acceptance is that I had been improving from where I had been four years ago; putting active effort into regaining control and healing. Which sucks, but it is what it is at this rate. Combine that, with post-hospital visit, the string of appointments that were as anti-climactic as they could be and they DIDN'T communicate with each other, additionally to have my father helicopter over me as if I have just gotten diagnosed with T1 again. Yeah, I know I need to learn to ask for help, to lean into people more, but sweet mother of monkey milk, didjya have to give me three seizures and a six-month seizure free ticket before I can drive again and work properly? Top it off, society glorifies independence, tells you to go out on your own, be weird and unique. But then turn right back around and setup barriers, can't afford anything unless you've got a double-income, meaning find a partner or burn your soul out from exhaustion. And they don't like when you act a little kooky or don't follow their invisible script. And even worse, that's not even enough now. All of that to say, having these seizures just reminds me of the walls I can't even scale right now, will I ever get to scale them? I know there's no way I'm not getting past them on my own. And that bleeds into the patience. Hi, yes, if I'm supposed to stay put like the cards have told me, like the music has sung to me, and if the guy I met a few months ago was just a puff of steam that leaked from the pot that's cooking to show that I'm DESIRABLE, and to show how BIG this thing cooking is. I'm trusting, and I'm sat. AND IF THIS GUY IS ANYWHERE CLOSE TO WHERE YOUR SIGNS ARE POINTING- I question my sanity, every-fucking-day, just so you know, Mr. Soulmate, wherever you are. But if I'm right, dear GODS I would never question my thoughts and ideas as delusions AGAIN. So uh, yeah. Music rec to manifest this shit.

[ubike-official]

britney spears ... my loneliness is killing me besties.. sighhjss. i was not built for the digital era. fuck texting, bring back long phone calls and letters... fuck man.

[keepinit-g]

Don't get me wrong I love all the sexy shit and what not, but I want love man 😔. Sex is cool but... Love is better.

[beatheprincess]

Anybody else immerse themselves into scenarios for hours because they're afraid of interactions in da real world?🥺

[depresseddepot]

trying to determine which parts of my relationship with sex are asexuality, which are trauma, and which are autism is like trying to have a conversation with three people talking loudly and all at once

[lesbiantrish]

i just want to be loved by someone

[rosicheeks]

Of course it's you I want to put a baby in, silly. You're cute and would make cute babies, and I know I'd breed you fully because if you squirt on my chest, I'll drive my cock into your womb so hard, you'll know the moment you get pregnant when I cum.

oh……. OH 👀👀👀👀👀👀

[starbiastra]

just thinking about how romantic Will is and how he expresses his feelings for Mike in the van scene

"But you make [me] like like [I'm] not a mistake at all. Like [I'm] better for being different. And that gives [me] the courage to fight on.

"See how you're leading us here? You're guiding the party, inspiring us. That's what you do. And see your coat of arms here? It's a heart. And I know it's.. sort of on the nose but- that's what holds this whole party together. Heart. Because, I mean, without heart we'd all fall apart. Even [me]— especially [me]."

"These past few months [I've] been so.. lost without you"

"So yeah, [I] need you, Mike. And [I] always will."

You inspire me, I'd fall apart without you, I've been so lost without you, you make me feel like I'm not a mistake and I'm better for being different, you give me courage, I'll always need you.