Warum verschwendet ihr lieber euer Leben anstatt BEWUSSTzuSEIN?!?!????

KataHaifisch! Music!!! Musik!!! Hört mal rein...

relax... und chillma 'n bischen.

thinking about virgin!choso who has never seen a pair of real tits in his life so when you take off your bra after a heavy make out session, he immediately cums in his pants and is embarrassed to the core. but you cup his cheek and tell him it's okay. it's normal. and twenty five minutes later, that man is drilling his cock in your hole while sucking the fuck out of your nipples, fondling them so harshly as if someone's gonna steal them away from him.

"they're mine, mkay? ngh— not gonna give these babies—my babies to anyone else, right? fuck. mmph!"

März 2023 - Steirerstöckl

Der 100.Stammtisch - einmal nobel bitte! Steirerstöckl Hautevolee

tbc.

Anwesend: Luki,Sarah,Thomas,Oli,Stefan,Alessa,Flo,Amber,Lexi,Ursi,Amici,Meli,MC,Lucy,Chrisi,Rosi,Alina,Simone,Carolina,Fav

Sun's purposely not telling him how to tie his shoes.

𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰

ШΔƬCH IƬ ΘƱƬ ƁΔƁΔΣ

(ƘΣƬΔƬΓΔƤ ЅΘƱ∏D ΣЖƤΣΓIΜΣ∏Ƭ) ƲIDΣΘ ΣDƬ.

sound and video art by K.K. & d.g.K.

I'm not like other girls. I bloom in darkness.

Der Schein trügt! — nehmen nicht schämen!..,😇

— ICH HABE! - DU BRAUCHST? - ALSO NIMM DIR!

💜 💛 💞 💗 🧩 🧨 🏵️ 🥰 😋 💖 ♥️ 🌹 🍀 ◀️

🌬️ 🌀 💜[BEgo.Od;BEgod]™ #grenzenlos #freivonallem #BEWUSSTsein ◀️ @ll3S 🔀💜😶‍🌫️🫶

Falling out of the mold.

feeing not stuck but in a mold that cast a shell over ones being, grows stale over time, unless its broken. breaking old habits aren't easy because they become second nature, and that nature takes a mind of is own. it can be so unbelievably difficult to break the mold that time and stress leave on the mental, Physical body. getting out of ones head and see the parts that are unseen is the hard part. starting new habits is the what happens after the silence of the mind is had. the silence of the negative, the silence of the hurt, and the stemming of new disconnections with oneself through inner silence. but its not just silent or nothingness there’s something alive in the moments when sinking in takes over, as if thoughts create a literal mental barrier forming a sense of disconnection with the living aspect of the space around you.  I don't hope to come across as like this is hyper hippie-ism but a ground yet less heavy sense of self, with out the mold.

HOUSE FUSION RADIO on Mixcloude the LIVE RADIO for ELECTRONIC MUSIC!

calm

... down

electronic trip-hop easy listening stuff

𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑾𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝒀𝑼𝑼𝑱𝑰 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹,

imagine the marks he'd leave on your body when he's buried deep inside you, thrusting slow and nice. he loves the way you're taking him so well. you always do. it's like god took his time with you, to bless you with a beautiful body, beautiful textured skin, and a perfect hole made just for him. when you clench around him, he is never able to take it. he needs something to channel his lust into. fucking you isn't enough. he needs more. in the ecstasy of the high, he latches—no, digs his teeth in your skin, drawing a little blood out of your neck. you're convinced he is a vampire, and if so then your blood is the only thing that can satisfy his urges. you're the one that compels him in wrecking you, hitting that spot so good, making you whimper. god! he loves that whimper. he loves how you oh so sweetly yelp a "please" not to stop, but to go harder so you can make a mess on his body. when at 4 am you woke up with the marks stinging, you recieve multiple apologies from yuuji thinking maybe he's hurt you. but you only put a palm on his left cheek and plant a kiss on his forehead, reassuring that you're okay. that you love to be the canvas of his art. because he takes care of his art so much, he loves it so much he wouldn't trade it for anything else.

oh and dw he always applies medicine on the marks. please forgive him he's just a horny boy.