fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october
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tag your vibe
days of the week;
monday: snoozing your alarm clock, navy, seeing the moon in the morning, vanilla ice cream, writing poetry, blurry photographs, windswept hair, iced coffee
tuesday: seeing a cat on the street, a light rain shower, untied shoelaces, indistinct music from someone else’s earphones, empty coffee shops, denim jackets, long train rides
wednesday: pastel highlighters, drinking water, group laughter, plucking daisy petals, floral scents, counting down to a birthday, peonies
thursday: old books, a downpour, telling the truth, comfortable silence, hand holding, wrapping a gift, the smell of leather, reminiscence
friday: neon lights, sweet cravings, a little bit drunk, falling in love with a stranger, remembering your dreams, cherry red, late night showers, desserts at midnight
saturday: watering plants, childhood cartoons, a bowl of cereal, meeting someone new, waking up early and laying in bed, spontaneous plans, sitting on a rooftop
sunday: strawberry smoothies, golden hour, a soft feeling of wistfulness, lazy afternoons, 4pm naps, lofi mixes, deja vu, long daydreams, lighting sparklers
reblog this and tag with your zodiac sign and your favorite alcoholic drink
Like not to be a wannabe top but going down is a gift from heaven.
The thighs around your head? Restless fingers in your hair pushing your bangs back to see your face and see what you’re doing? Dragging your tongue over her clit and feeling her shiver and jolt up? Dragging your palm over her stomach to feel the muscles flex and push when she starts shaking? Pulling away to bite and suck at her hips and thighs and laughing when she squirms and drags your face back to where it belongs?
Literally…every part of it is good
FYI
Pretty young girls who are damaged and have low self-esteem and who need to be used and abused to feel validated and stable and happy and who are obedient to a fault and need nice mean men to control them completely are an absolute treasure and should be treated like garbage and then cuddled and told how fucking pretty they are and that they’re good girls. Period.
Murder me in an overgrown greenhouse of an old estate during a thunderstorm or don’t waste my fucking time.
“My demons are battling each other to escape from me”
— (via killed-long-ago)