Yearning Hours - Blog Posts

AND HE HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR????

He’s literally perfect omg

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS WAS THE FULL PICTURE IM SCREAMING THIS IS HILARIOUS

I actually hate friendship breakups, like how are you gonna give your man that cheated on you a thousand times second chances..? But when I make one LITTLE mistake it’s a big problem.

What’s even worse is that I told them that exact same thing and they responded with “well you aren’t my first love are you?” Like excuse me erm.

Whining like a puppy when they aren’t talking to me, but too scared to send the first message. Wuff… what’d I’d give to have them calling me angel in my dms, checking on me every moment of the day..

God cursed the world with treacherous penis-ridden meat sacks, causing havoc to what could’ve been peace if only they knew how to keep their crippled genitalia in their underwear. Although my hatred runs deep for those punished with masculinity, Jeff Buckley was a dear apology for God’s mistake. Jeff Buckley was perfect, the only flaw’s he beholds are those human and forgivable yet not a single flaw comes to mind at the thought of Jeff Buckley. He had a special gift; gifted with a poetic soul, the ability to craft lyrics that drive deep into your soul and embed themselves painfully yet comfortably, bringing solace to the heart yet beautiful misery. He could’ve aided in the revolutionization of the male way of thinking, bringing a respectful manner to their demeanour but God knew all too well he was too good for this evil world. Unfortunately Jeff Buckley died 29th May 1997. He is very dearly missed by many and his lyrics continue to pierce and bless the hearts and souls of many.

mourning.

Intricate Desires by me~

𝙸 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,

𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝,

𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛,

𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎,

𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍,

𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎,

𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗,

𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

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Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.

I'm so high n warm.. I need hands all over me, caressing my curves and telling me how pretty I am. I want to be held and kissed. I want to be loved and adore. I yearn for a real connection with someone. I yearn for soft touches and warm hugs.

Now all I need is a lesbian and a joint(⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

LESBIAN POST. MEN AND MINORS DNI!

I'd love to spend a day in just panties with a lesbian, laying in bed and smoking a joint. The windows open, the warm sunlight kissing our skin as we caress and kiss each other's skin. The smoke getting caught in the light makes the room hazy and slow. Music playing in the background while we simply exist in the space of love and protection we created with one another.

Someone be a good girl and keep my clit warm while I do my nails🙃💅

Stoned and feel like I need a lesbian to lay with, not cuddle because it's FUCKING 80 DEGREES OUT AND IM DYING

Or we could make lemonade and sit outside smoking, looking out at the garden or road. Of course we will have a cat or 2, watching them roam around freely. What a dream

I want to take turns hitting the bong with a pretty femme, we both have our hair wet because we just got done in the shower. We sit and fill up the tub with warm water and turn on Netflix, just cuddle and giggle all high and warm. After an episode or two we get out and rub lotion on each other, do each other's skin care, brush each other's hair, and pick out each other's pajamas. Maybe we likee get some munchies and lay in bed while we continue what we were watching all cute and cuddled up for the night... IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR??

I'll get us munchies I promise😣

need a little weed and makeout sesh with a hot butch like yesterday 😾

Yearning hours ughnh

They need to invent a butch who wants me..

Crossfaded and laying in my bed all dolled up with no one to scissor

Took this on my shitty computer U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

AND WEARING A PAIR OF PANTIES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR IN THE MAIL!! SOME CUTESY BLACK RUFFLED CHEEKIES(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

I'm SO.. soo wet. The way I would give someone the most nastiest, dirtiest, sluttiest scissor EVER. First I'll eat them out until they are clinching their thighs around my head, they are trembling against my tongue, and panting like a whore.

I'll sit up and take my panties off before positioning myself against them, my throbbing wet clit rubbing against theirs. I'll spit to make it extra sloppy, we'll both be a moaning whining mess. We praise and bully each other until we are flustered, my makeup running down my cheeks and my lipstick smudged all over our lips.. omgg jfjfj I'm fucking going crazy