Sweet Talks - Tumblr Posts
Things I need someone to say to me:
"| know sweetheart, its too much. I know. But you're being so good for me. You're so perfect. You have no idea how good you feel. So wet and warm. Clenching around my cock. It's like you're trying to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me. Is that what you want, my love?"
I want to do fun things, want to do important shi, I want to answer things for promo week but nooooooo I have profs that suck
They get the 👎🏻 of disapproval
would anyone else play that “fuck, marry, kill” or “kiss, marry, kill” game when they were younger and just feel so… odd? it was so easy for everyone else to decide who they’d want to fuck, kiss, or marry, and meanwhile you’re just sitting there wanting to say none of them! no one at all! leave me be!
and then you get older and it finally clicks why.
thinking about the one time I was running to return someone’s jacket they left behind and, in a moment of anxiety, wondered to myself if this was actually their jacket. my solution? I smelled it to see if it had their scent. it did, so I kept running and eventually caught up to them to return it
anyway that was the first and last time I utilized my animalistic instinct to its fullest potential
one thing that I currently love about my online dnd group is that we’ve all turned to using emojis to describe how a character looks. it’s no longer “he uses puppy dog eyes” and is instead “he looks like this 🥺”. no more pressing mouths into a thin line or looking unamused, no, instead now we send a 😐 into chat. rather than saying someone arched an eyebrow, we just describe them as doing the rock eyebrow thing. we’ve simultaneously evolved and also share one braincell
i wonder how our sounds are perceived by other animals. i wonder if they think of us like we think of those birds who are in endless chatter above the tree line, purring cats, growling dogs, the scitter of reptile feet. i wonder if they love us the same, if they also treasure our strange beauty
sun and moon coded but you see reflections of the other left behind once they leave. you are my sun and when i gaze at the moon all i can think of is your trace lingering in its glow. you are my moon and when you are outshone i wait until i see you dancing on your ebony stage. you are my silver and gold, you are my heart and my soul, forever entwined yet destined to be apart
does anyone else imagine what life would be like with your limb amputated when it gets numb or are you normal
we as humans have pspspspsps for cats but if cats owned us what sound would they make. to an extent they already do own us but still. im not talking the demanding yowls or the persistent mews, what kind of universal horrific noise would they have to make to get us to stop whatever we were doing and come to them