#trishte

[thealatvs]

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[agreenfoxartist]

Extraño a mi gato...

[nunushi]

Të gjeta sërish

Të gjeta sërish aty ku të lashë,

të gjeta tek kërceja nën hijen e kujtimeve.

të gjeta sërish aty ku të lashë,

ulur nën stolin e pendimeve.

s'të kërkova gjëkund tjetër,

veç në fshehtësinë e zemrës sime,

ty dhe çdo lidhje me ty,

nën rrëmujën e jetës time.

[neozone-smut]

SWEET DREAMS

Pairing: Mark Lee × fem Reader

Genre: Smut, friends to lovers!

Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving), over-stimulation, slight dom Mark.

Mark was sitting in your desk chair as regular, this time he was playing with your dream diary while you take a quick shower. You already tell him a lot of your dreams so he didn't see any problem and started reading a few pages, nothing too important till he found the ones you tell to no one.

The dirty ones.

Your wet dreams that wake you up in the middle of the night feeling needy and wet. He started making scenarios of how you would take care of yourself those nights, maybe it was just with your fingers or maybe it was with the pillow that is resting on your bed, the one he many times hugged looking for your lingering scent.

The more he read about your fantasies, the more he was getting hard, you looked so innocent but you were hiding a kinky persona deep inside you and he wanted to see that part so badly.

You suddenly appeared in your room still with the hair slightly wet and wrapped in a towel, you sat on your bed drying your hair till you realized what Mark was holding in his hands. You tried to take it from him but failed.

"What do you think you are doing?" You were embarrassed. "Give me that right now" Your voice sounded soft but still demanding.

“Who would know that such a good girl would be having dreams like those.” His voice going deeper as he pronounced those words. "I can tell that you like a lot of things for what I read.” 

He was getting closer as he was talking till he sat besides you in your bed with one of his hands crawling through your thigh.

He was looking directly at your eyes like asking for permission, shiny eyes that appear pure but full of burning desire. You just nod at him already feeling the wetness between your legs.

He made you lay in the bed and took off your shorts along with your undies with a little shyness till he stopped his actions and stared at your pussy and admired how pretty and vulnerable you looked underneath his glare. You looked so flushed and he knew he was the first to see you in this state. He loved it.

He was now with his face in between your legs caresing one with his cheek. He gave little kisses to your thighs and a few bites while massaging them. 

“Can I taste you?”

A soft “Yes” was more than enough for him to start giving kitty licks to your heat, first a big one collecting all your juices with his tongue to finally mitigate the trisht he had of you. “So sweet, just for me”

The licks were getting more deep till you felt him trying to open your core and pulling his tongue in and out of you, his eyes fixated on your expressions and his ears being blessed by your little moans and whimpers.

He lowered one hand to his pants and pushed them down to stroked his swollen cock.

“Say my name, say it'' The vibrations of his voice going directly to your clit while he was sucking it. You were feeling dizzy and your legs started to tremble.

“Say it, say it's me and only me how makes you feel like this.” 

“Mark, it's you, making me feel so good.” You tried to sound clear but you couldn't help but moan in between your words for the plasuare Mark was giving you. “Just me but i can't make you feel good if you keep moving your legs like that, baby” 

You tried but you couldn't control the reactions of your body so he grabbed both of your thighs with his arms to lock them down.

The overwhelming feeling and the sounds of his tongue over you were enough to reach your extasis, the climax expanding through your nerves, feeling the weakness on your body you let yourself free and exploited. Mark was still doing his job between your legs, eyes close drinking all the juices that were just released directly to his face.

He didn't stop till you reached your second climax and tears started falling down staining your cheeks, you zone out for a minute.

Next thing you knew Mark was holding you tight with his head resting on your chest. “Are you okay, baby?” You looked at him with a little smile and nodded. 

“I think I went a little hard, sorry.” 

“It was perfect, thank you Mark. I was enjoying everything but I didn't help you.” 

“Actually you did…” His eyes went down and you followed him till you noticed the cum stain in your sheets. “listening to your cute moans and knowing the pleasure you were feeling because of me was enough, maybe next time you can return the favor.”

You gave him a soft peak on the lips for the first time. “Next time it would be.”

Hope you like it, it's my first time writing something like this.

Request are open. 🥰

[theshapeofhershadow]

Dhe ja ku vjen nata, me pas mesnata, dhe shpirtrat e trishte prap nuk flene…

[ratkozahiri]

Eshte nje sport me nuanca dhune i cili sjell konotacione artistike ne skemat gjeometrike dhe ne variacionet e gureve, po ashtu dhe tek kombinacionet, ne taktike dhe strategji. Eshte nje eksperienc e trishte dhe intuitive, por e ngjashme me artin fetar. Shahu eshte lufta trete boterore.

[z-ndjenja]

Dhe nëse m’thirr n’4 t’mëngjesit, shumë e trisht dhe për t’më thënë “alo”, do rri të dëgjoj heshtjen deri sa t’zen gjumi.

[lulkuqja]

Nese vetmia asht e trisht,e zymte,m’thuaj i dashur:

Ti ç’ka je!?

xh.m

[pluhurhane]

Kjo esht epoka kur njerzit e paster jan njerzit e trisht.

[meemira]

Te jesh i lumtur do te thote te jesh i rrethuar nga njerez,jo domosdoshmerisht tipi yt apo me te njejta  objektiva si ty,por me njerez qe te dhurojne disa ore paqe,te bejne te duash me te miren nga vetja. Ne fund te dites te inkurajojne te duash veten. Jane miq qe i takon shume rralle ne nje feste dhe e kupton qe me ta dehesh ndryshe,apo miq te cilet ulesh ne nje moncheri dhe te bejne te ndihesh rehat edhe pse te ka ardh ne maje te hundes ai vend.Jane miq qe te bejne te duash gjerat ku ti has veshtiresi dhe te bejne pa vetedije te mendosh me shume per ta dhe mireqenien e tyre. Ne fund kjo eshte lumturia,pavaresisht cdo suksesi dhe cdo arritje jane njerezit te cilet ti do te ndash lumturine e suksesit tend. Sa me e gjate eshte kjo liste,sa me shume njerez ke qe duan ti besh krenar aq me i lumtur do te jesh.Kemi lindur per tu socializuar dhe tashme nje dekade ne Shqiperi kam ndjer vetem nje ndjenje te brendshme konkurrence dhe urrejtje tek njerezit.Kjo ndienje domosdoshmerisht do te synoje te perhapet tek cdo individ dhe kjo eshte gjeja me e trishte qe po i ndodh lumturise sone.

[mr-gentlemann]

Per pak ditet ne do kishin festuar 1 vit bashk , do beja dhuratat qe kisha menduar per ty , surprizat qe po mendoja te organizoja , kisha menduar gjithcka , mendoja cdo gje do ishte perfekte , mendoja te te beja vajzen me te lumtur te qytetit !

Data 15 Dhjetor po vjen , une kam filluar po numeroj ditet , dhe cdo ore qe kalon me duket sikur nje pjes zemre vdes . U be kohe qe buzeqeshja me ka ikur nga fytyra , e ka zvendesuar ajo pamja e trishte dhe e zymt . Nuk njihet me ai djali shakaxhi dhe i dashur , jo , tashme njihet nje nevrik dhe dikush qe nuk do asnje afer .

Gjate kohes qe ishim bashk po mundohesh te kuptoja cila ishte dhurata qe do te bente ty me te lumtur per "pervjetorin" tone . Ndersa ti ma bere dhuraten para kohe , ti me dhurove mua ZEMRËN , por jo tenden . Ti me dhurove zemren time , pasi e perdore si doje ti , pasi e copetove , perplase , qellova e nje zot e di tjeter cfare ! Me dhurove trishtim , vuajtje , merzitje , vetmi , lendim ... 💔

Por... une prap te dua , mund te thon se nuk ja vlen , por eshte me e fort se mua , eshte nje ndjenj aq e forte sa nuk me le 1 minut pa menduar pa ate . Me qan zemra sa here e shikoj dhe nuk mund ta perqafoj . Ehhh...

[nunushi]

Një mot e gjysëm viti

Ka një mot e gjysëm viti,

që u deshëm,

njeri se diti

Asnjëri nuk e diti

Përvec teje

edhe shpirtit!

[ratkozahiri]

Oret e fundit

Sapo me kishin konfirmuar punen e kujdestarit, mendoja se duhet te kujdesesha per nje zonje. Diten e pare te punes u paraqita perball pallatit te saj dhe deren e hapi nje vajze jashtezakonisht e bukur, mendova se ishte mbesa ose e bija. Kur e pyeta se ku ishte zonja ajo nuk mu pergjigj, dukej sikur buzet e saj ishin te bashkuara prej kohesh dhe sikur syte e saj nuk i perkisnin atij trupi. E pyeta perseri se ku ishte zonja, me pa ne sy dhe tregoj nga vetja.

Nuk e kuptova persen e asaj detyre, ajo tregonte maksimum 20 vjec dhe ishte ne forme perfekte.. dhe pse shume e trishte.

Gjeja vetme qe duhet te beja ishte te lexoja poezit e saj te cuditshme qe shkruante dite pas dite ne ditarin e saj. Nderkohe qe lexoja ajo me veshtronte me syte e saj malinkonik dhe misterioz. Mori ditarin dhe lapsin nga duart e mia dhe shkruajti qe i vinte keq qe nuk fliste dot me mua.. une i thash qe nuk kishte pse te shqetesohej dhe se nuk varej nga ajo. Rimori ditarin dhe shkruajti qe as nuk mund ta imagjinoja pse nuk mund te me fliste.. dhe i kuriozuar e pyeta perse.

Kishte vendosur qe pas zhgenjimit te fundit ne dashuri nuk do te fliste me, qe nuk do te harxhonte per asnje oret e lekures saj. Nuk e kuptova shume mire se cfare kishte shkruar por ngela me mbresa, nuk e di ne qofte se per shkak te fjaleve ose per shkak te bukurise se saj. E pyeta se cfare donte te tregonte me ate fjali dhe me shkruajti qe nuk ishte aq e re sa dukej, ishte 99 vjece. Pasi kishte vendosur te mos fliste me, 75 vite me pare, vuri re se lekura saj nuk plakej, keshtu qe vendosi se nuk do te harxhonte bukurine per askend tjeter ne bote. I thash qe ndoshta gjate kohes nuk i kishin rastisur burra ne preferencen e saj dhe ne qofte se do te kishte vazhduar te kerkonte do ishte plakur, mund te kishte gjetur burrin e pershtatshem per te.. nuk tha asnje fjale dhe u iku. Pa me pershendetur me dha nje celes, ate te shtepise. Vazhdova te lexoj poezite e saj, orari punes mbaroi dhe u largova.

U ktheva diten pas por nuk u be e gjalle, keshtu dhe te nesermen, te nesermen tjeter e keshtu me rradh 1 jave. Deri sa, hapur deren dhe ngjitur shkallet, degjoj zhurmen e hapave te saj ne kohe te rregullt.. dhe e pashe perballe meje, me ate shikim te humbur dhe me nje lot qe i ra ne faqe me tha:

[z-ndjenja]

“Kjo është epoka kur njerëzit e pastër janë njerëzit e trisht.”

— G-Up // Personale

[boombooxnet]

Ferrera cierra con sheish Miurash un San Fermín hishtórico

Ferrera cierra con sheish Miurash un San Fermín hishtórico

Antonio Ferrera pica al shexto toro EFE PAMPLONA Sorprende al público al picar un toro, corta dosh orejash y shale a hombrosh Fielesh a shu leyenda, losh torosh de miura han protagonizado un último encierro (¡qué trishte shuena eshe adjetivo!) con nobleza y emoción: parecían correr lentosh pero ha reshultado sher el shegundo másh rápido de eshte año, 2’16. Ha habido un herido leve y cinco…

[anewunhappy]

Ne nje periudhe te jetes tende , je aq i merzitur dhe e vetmja gje qe te ben me depressed , eshte nje playlist ne telefonin tend qe e degjon gjate gjithe kohes . Çka ajo playlist permban jane kenge me nje melodi qe te ben me te trishte dhe e ndjen ne cdo fjali te asaj kenge. Por ne gjithe ate playlist eshte nje kenge qe te jep nje tjeter ndjesi. E vetmja gje qe do ,eshte ta degjosh ate kenge dhe te qash pareshtur.

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Vjen nje moment kur krejt papritur ajo kenge qe te ka ndihmuar shpirtin , te ka shoqeruar ne cdo lot , me nje volum te ulet , te zgjon shqisen e degjimit , duk kujtuar cdo tingull , duke te dhene po te njejten ndjesi si heren e pare.

Ajo cfare ti kupton nga ajo kenge , eshte qe ti kurr sdo e degjosh njesoj ate kenge edhe po te jesh e lumtur . It will gives you exactly the same vibe as before. Te zgjon te gjitha kujtimet ajo kenge , te zgjon ate ane te veten tende qe e kishe harruar.

Njejte dhe une , nderkohe qe shkruaj dhe degjoj ate kenge qe me frymezoi dhe me kujtoi te shkuaren …..