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youfeelsogoodimgoingtocry:

cupcakesandcum:

She always cried after sex.  I could never just leave.  Every orgasm was emotional murder.  The kind that left her a beautiful mess of angst and cum she’d then try to explain with disjointed words scrawled in moleskin journals.  She’d retreat into dark corners of her mind and I’d wait for her. Tempting her with light.  With barely-there kisses up and down her spine like drops of rain cleansing her of bad memories.  At first I resented them- those ghosts that turned our love-making into gang bangs- but they were her ghosts, and so I loved them like I loved her.  Completely.  Consummately.    
I remember the first time we fucked.  She ripped pieces of me away with her nails and her soul, as she screamed for more.  Faster.  Harder.  Deeper.  She asked for my cum on her breasts and then cried until it washed itself away. 
I learned quickly that the best way to ease her from her cocoon of sadness was with touch.  My fingers resting along her face.  Her head burrowing into my chest. My body covering hers like a blanket of fresh fallen snow, melting into her skin.  She was the sun.  But even the sun has spots of blackness.  She never looked more beautiful than in those moments.  Her tangled and knotted mane lying quietly along the theater stage of her pillow.  She was a beautiful mess and I loved her for it.  I loved her for it because I knew, inside, I was a beautiful mess, too.
-=C&C=-

Beautiful♡

youfeelsogoodimgoingtocry:

cupcakesandcum:

She always cried after sex.  I could never just leave.  Every orgasm was emotional murder.  The kind that left her a beautiful mess of angst and cum she’d then try to explain with disjointed words scrawled in moleskin journals.  She’d retreat into dark corners of her mind and I’d wait for her. Tempting her with light.  With barely-there kisses up and down her spine like drops of rain cleansing her of bad memories.  At first I resented them- those ghosts that turned our love-making into gang bangs- but they were her ghosts, and so I loved them like I loved her.  Completely.  Consummately.    

I remember the first time we fucked.  She ripped pieces of me away with her nails and her soul, as she screamed for more.  Faster.  Harder.  Deeper.  She asked for my cum on her breasts and then cried until it washed itself away. 

I learned quickly that the best way to ease her from her cocoon of sadness was with touch.  My fingers resting along her face.  Her head burrowing into my chest. My body covering hers like a blanket of fresh fallen snow, melting into her skin.  She was the sun.  But even the sun has spots of blackness.  She never looked more beautiful than in those moments.  Her tangled and knotted mane lying quietly along the theater stage of her pillow.  She was a beautiful mess and I loved her for it.  I loved her for it because I knew, inside, I was a beautiful mess, too.

-=C&C=-

Beautiful♡

(via sexynudelewd)

traybaybay:

This is me every single day

my toung feels like a rocket ship, and i don’t like rocket ships they scare me. *starts crying*

(Source: wrists, via arnarwhal)

scene queeen

scene queeen

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Squidward: I call this one ‘bold and brash’
Critic: More like, BELONGS IN THE TRASH.

Squidward: I call this one ‘bold and brash’

Critic: More like, BELONGS IN THE TRASH.

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youfeelsogoodimgoingtocry:

cupcakesandcum:

She always cried after sex.  I could never just leave.  Every orgasm was emotional murder.  The kind that left her a beautiful mess of angst and cum she’d then try to explain with disjointed words scrawled in moleskin journals.  She’d retreat into dark corners of her mind and I’d wait for her. Tempting her with light.  With barely-there kisses up and down her spine like drops of rain cleansing her of bad memories.  At first I resented them- those ghosts that turned our love-making into gang bangs- but they were her ghosts, and so I loved them like I loved her.  Completely.  Consummately.    
I remember the first time we fucked.  She ripped pieces of me away with her nails and her soul, as she screamed for more.  Faster.  Harder.  Deeper.  She asked for my cum on her breasts and then cried until it washed itself away. 
I learned quickly that the best way to ease her from her cocoon of sadness was with touch.  My fingers resting along her face.  Her head burrowing into my chest. My body covering hers like a blanket of fresh fallen snow, melting into her skin.  She was the sun.  But even the sun has spots of blackness.  She never looked more beautiful than in those moments.  Her tangled and knotted mane lying quietly along the theater stage of her pillow.  She was a beautiful mess and I loved her for it.  I loved her for it because I knew, inside, I was a beautiful mess, too.
-=C&C=-

Beautiful♡

youfeelsogoodimgoingtocry:

cupcakesandcum:

She always cried after sex.  I could never just leave.  Every orgasm was emotional murder.  The kind that left her a beautiful mess of angst and cum she’d then try to explain with disjointed words scrawled in moleskin journals.  She’d retreat into dark corners of her mind and I’d wait for her. Tempting her with light.  With barely-there kisses up and down her spine like drops of rain cleansing her of bad memories.  At first I resented them- those ghosts that turned our love-making into gang bangs- but they were her ghosts, and so I loved them like I loved her.  Completely.  Consummately.    

I remember the first time we fucked.  She ripped pieces of me away with her nails and her soul, as she screamed for more.  Faster.  Harder.  Deeper.  She asked for my cum on her breasts and then cried until it washed itself away. 

I learned quickly that the best way to ease her from her cocoon of sadness was with touch.  My fingers resting along her face.  Her head burrowing into my chest. My body covering hers like a blanket of fresh fallen snow, melting into her skin.  She was the sun.  But even the sun has spots of blackness.  She never looked more beautiful than in those moments.  Her tangled and knotted mane lying quietly along the theater stage of her pillow.  She was a beautiful mess and I loved her for it.  I loved her for it because I knew, inside, I was a beautiful mess, too.

-=C&C=-

Beautiful♡

(via sexynudelewd)

traybaybay:

This is me every single day

my toung feels like a rocket ship, and i don’t like rocket ships they scare me. *starts crying*

(Source: wrists, via arnarwhal)

scene queeen

scene queeen

(Source: , via denzelgtfo)

videogamenostalgia:

Trainer Red - by Jackie Dopp

videogamenostalgia:

Trainer Red - by Jackie Dopp


Squidward: I call this one ‘bold and brash’
Critic: More like, BELONGS IN THE TRASH.

Squidward: I call this one ‘bold and brash’

Critic: More like, BELONGS IN THE TRASH.

(Source: no-dana-only-zuul, via denzelgtfo)

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