"Maybe there is no word to describe what's between us"
@judas-isariot is for once proud of this one and I gotta admit. I can feel the TENSION !
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what’s with me today? why am i craving affection? why do i want a gf so bad?
help me, i’m usually a “i don’t give a fuck” typa person 😭
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I was given a prompt table by @coppercrane2
Here is "Who Are You?"
Nothing made sense.
She was in a well-appointed room. The food and drink that were brought to her were both generous and near-gourmet. The clothes provided were comfortable, though a few of the pieces hanging in the closet were almost suitable for entertaining royalty–not that she ever would.
Visitors came regularly. Some would sit quietly with her, demanding nothing. Others brought games: from card games to chess to video games. Some played music. Some read to her. Some talked so much, so fast, so happy-seeming, that she wondered how any one person could hold that many words.
But none of them answered the one question that haunted her. The question she asked the person in the mirror every day. “Who are you?”
There was one visitor she looked forward to seeing the most. The woman was tall and elegant, timeless. She seemed wise and was content to sit in silence most times. Sometimes, though, she would tell stories. Fantastic stories from “before there was an earth or a moon.” Stories of a time “not quite yet” that sounded almost utopian–if one did not truly listen. Stories of a moon princess who dared love an earthen prince. Stories of gods and of dinosaurs and of realms beyond the stars. Stories of a priestess who lost her self trying to save the world.
For some reason, the timeless woman seemed saddest when she told those last stories.
And for some reason, those last stories were the ones she most longed for and dreaded to hear.
She woke to fingers combing her hair, gentle, tentative. She did not need to open her eyes to know it was the timeless woman.
“Please, come back to me.”
Come back? She hadn’t gone anywhere. She never tried to, but she was certain she could not if she did try. Whatever else this was, she knew it was a jail.
Rather than feigning sleep–though she wanted to if that would keep the feeling of the gentle, loving touch–she opened her eyes. “I’m right here.”
The timeless woman’s smile was sad. “Part of you is.”
That made even less sense. She was all here. Where else could she be?
“Come back to you…” The words, the plea, had been personal. She looked at the timeless woman, and the other could not hide sadness, knowledge, or serenity from her. She asked a question she had not dared to ask any of the others before. “Who are you?”
The timeless woman did not answer at first. After a moment, she nodded slightly and then pressed lips to her forehead. “When you know who you are, you’ll know who I am.”
“How?”
Would she give her answers? Finally, some clue?
“Stop punishing yourself.”
When the timeless woman left, she moved to stand before the mirror. She carded fingers through her long red hair. “Who are you?” There was, of course, no answer. “Who am I?”
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One day, I want to wake up in a big house on a lake. I'll be there with my wife and everything will be okay. I'll bake a big, beautiful apple pie to celebrate. :D
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mis babys, saqué e, fondo de pinterest ☺
PD: fatis y hanae mis re amoressssssssss
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Foaming at the mouth at the thought of a girl touching herself for me <3
In the sense that she will text you in extensive detail about how she's fucking herself, how she's 2 fingers deep, how sensitive she feels, how she loves her ever growing wetness. Like, yes baby, I want to hear all about your wet cunt. Tell me, I want to know. And they look so cute too, I just want to kiss their head as they climax ❤️❤️❤️
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doing research for my master's thesis (applications due soon! im crying!) + i came across this translated 16th century French sapphic poem and i'm genuinely near tears, omg. sapphic yearning never fuckign changes,,,
Alas! How I’ve spilled my guts in vain!
How I fled every other Love the same!
How in vain you (scornful one) I chose,
As my one delight, as my life’s rose!
How in vain did I think the time ahead
Would by miracle through the centuries us wed
And that, unique example in French history,
Our Love would serve as eternal memory
Proof that Love of woman by woman may arise
And from all manly Lovers seize the prize.
Elegy for a Lady enamoured of another Lady, Pontus de Tyard (1573). (Link to the full text)
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Remember when I told you they could make history with the best getting back together of a wlwl season? Well I guess we can say is a miss. Honestly these couple of episodes were such a miss like I don't know why skam writers love to have one episode to resolve everything and the fact they had the chance to do a better half with this season but instead spent the whole time showing the same thing.. anais feeling guilty, they fighting, Bobbie running away from her problems, the friends talking about anything.... i honestly just gonna fishing to watch this show cause I already started but it's not exciting anymore
Like instead of resolving existing plotlines and moving the storyline, they drag out everything while adding new plots every second, this is so messy and annoying
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