snoopy of the day

Hey you, I just wanted to wish you good luck with the coming week. I hope it’s kind to you, and that if you are nerveous about something coming up, that it goes way better than expected. 🌸

thinking about that illustration of solitude vs loneliness in which solitude is a dog peacefully holding its own leash & loneliness is a feral dog fighting against the restraint of the leash & feeling slightly insane

snoopy of the day

PSA to all subs:

You can absolutely safeword during a punishment.

If anyone tries to tell you differently, stay far far away from them.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // @lucidloving // Frank Bidart, "The Third Hour of the Night" // David Bowie // Yves Olade, "Topograph" // Sharon Olds, "Something is Happening"

There's just something about her and that's about it

Maybe she don't love you okay, go in,

Introduce yourself and be ready to leave in an hour

— In Sarnia, The Tragically Hip

the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible

do my manic ramblings turn you on

Oh, but it was you

Girl, I was so afraid

You said, "You shoulda seen the look on yer face."

— In a World Possessed by the Human Mind, The Tragically Hip

"i love you on purpose" "its rotten work? not to me, not if its you" "if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more" "you can say anything and i will not abandon you" "i love you like breathing" "i'll be patient for you" "it's always been you" "i'll take your hand hoping you stain mine" "i dont think we were ever strangers" "you're half of my soul, as the poets say" "i don't love you despite, i love you because"

Acts of love.

The physical ways we connect as a couple seem like the fall into two categories: acts of lust and acts of love. Acts of lust are like binding my arms with your belt while you fuck me. Wrapping your fist in my hair while you pump your cock in and out of my mouth. Fingering me in a stolen moment and then telling me how wet I am. Shoving your hand in my shirt and groping me in a semi-public place. These things don’t happen often, and that keeps them exciting and unexpected and ridiculously hot.

Then there are acts of love. Kissing me. Holding me. Stroking my hair while I rest my head on your knee. Wrapping your arms tightly around me when I can’t fall asleep. Fucking me. There is no such thing as too much of these things. Too much kissing? Nonsense. Too much snuggles? Never. Too much joining of our bodies? Not possible. There is never a such thing as expressing too much love. 

For me, spanking is like this. You worry that doing it regularly would make it less special. But that just doesn’t seem possible to me. I don’t think of it as an act of lust, but as an act of love. The exact manner of it may vary (as with kissing or sex)—different positions, purposes, or implements. Variations in speed or intensity. There are so many ways to spank. Sometimes maybe it comes with some flair—dirty talk about how I was a bad girl (or a good one), or mixed in with fingering or your cock in my mouth. 

But it can be simple and sweet, too. “Come here. Like this. Hold still.” Bend me over. Position me how you want me. Then spank me. No words needed. Just a few minutes of your hand warming up my ass, then straighten my clothes and send me on my way. Calm, centered, and connected to you. Yours. 

Pure love.

I miss 5 AM sleepy sex. Like wrapping my hands around you, pulling your body close to mine, lifting your t shirt up and grouping your nipple, sliding your pj down and circling your clit. Grinding my hard cock against your bare ass and sleep whispering in your ear "Who is daddy's good girl? " as I slide in you and feel you pathetically move your hips back and forth to go deeper as I fall asleep inside your pussy.

i get so wet and worked up just from making out with him omg 😠😩

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I like clingy girls who spend half of the day around my thighs. Sometimes in between, sometimes hump on it, and sometimes beside it.

We’re constantly discovering ourselves in every interaction we have. We’re reflected in every casual conversation, the times we help out a friend, in how the people we love make us feel. No one face we wear is the truth — they’re all different pieces of our soul, brought out and twinkling in light.

We are who we are in relation. When I say I wouldn’t exist without you, that a part of you is always with me, I mean it.