I'M CRYING I READ THAT SHIT IN A SOUTHERN BELLE ACCENT OUTLOUD AND NOW I'M IN TEARS

I'm sobbing!

Goddesses! Bela's reaction!

The ladies when you’re wearing a tight pair of pants and your ass be POPPIN’

Do with that what you will

Alcina:

Bela:

Cassandra:

Daniela:

Donna:

Sal:

Miranda:

🤣🤣🤣 .. Here you are, dear 🤣

I'm gonna say it.

I'm gonna fuckin say it.

I want to be fucked slowly to this song.

Like...it has the perfect beat and tempo for it.

Let me paint a picture in your mind...

As the smooth roll of her hips tugs a gasp from your lips, your breaths mingle in a heated dance. Deeply drawn from your body into the air. She slides her hips at the perfect rhythm to keep you gasping for more. Her gasps are also heard.

Desperate... Wanting...

She fills all of your senses. The smoothness of her thighs and hips; the sight in her eyes, a gaze of dark longing and desire. The smell of her, her scent pouring over you; the sound of her, delicate sighs and gasps, your name dropping from the tip of her lips.

The taste of her desire...

My Favourite Pictures in My Pinterest

All the time ; - ;

Yknow the crippling fear that you talk to much and bother everyone too much to the point where you hold back a bunch but then the crippling fear that youre not talking enough and not bothering to care comes back and you talk more again and it just goes in circles?

Asking for a friend.

Hey youuu ^^ you’re really cute😘😁😍

Awww thank you 😋

Liliane: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Hazel: Oh I made that!

Lorelei: That’s fair.

Ruelle: Can I keep it?

Xenia:...This. Again.

I'm watching AHS for the Plot! The Plot:

Bite me, bitch

I mean this in the most respectful way possible. Please bite me.

Yet another Bela video I have saved

Tuesday Mornings...

Not a very well structured poem but I was really in the mindset to write a poem this morning. I found my “old” journal with a couple characters I made while making coffee. 

Sleeping is almost non optional in the mornings Alarms fade into quiet storms Quieter than the thoughts and plans For the day ahead

Gentle hisses from a small dragon The start of a morning filled with change. The coffee begins to brew as I begin to dress.

Words being exchanged between two lovers Arrangements being made And some being cancelled. She too, begins to dress for the day ahead

A cup of coffee being shared between two A cup of wine to occupancy it. They flip through the pages of their past and reminisce on the future.

Locker Room Talk Pt.7

Vinca: These heels hurt like a bitch...

Runa: Then why do you wear them?

Helena: I'm thinking it's to make her taller.

Vinca: Didn't ask you.

Helena: You didn't ask the question.

Runa: I did ask the question...

Vinca: *sigh* It's whatever...I just want to be a bit taller.

Helena: Vinca, those are six-inch heels...I would be concerned if your feet didn't hurt.

Vinca: So? Six-inch pumps or not, my feet shouldn't hurt.

Runa: Don't you complain about those heels all of the time?

Vinca: Didn't ask you.

Helena: She does. She chose to complain to us this time.

Vinca: Are you ignoring me?

Runa: No. Just whenever you choose to be an ass we don't respond to you.

*Helena silently chuckles*

Vinca: You know what? I have better things to do.

Runa: Oh? Like Joan?

*Helena snickers as Vinca growls under her breath. Helena grabs her sword*

Helena: I have to train. Tell Joan I said Hi.