one thing about me is that i have an innate ability to manifest desired partners.

little info about me is that i hate relationships and i always struggled in maintaining one and im just so insecure and fucking scared of love and intimacy.. wait, who said that? that wasn’t me. anyway.

there are times where i feel love starved so i simply open google doc and write a bunch of things i would like in a partner. their appearance, their personality, and even their name. and that shit manifests instantly, even without putting intention. it just does, with its own mind.

i will talk some short story times of these manifestation because it’s simply funny to me that i manifest this shit so easily but then struggle with stuff that i actually want.

so, there was this period of time when i was obsessed with poetry and south-east asia, i had so many crushes in kdramas and bands. so i just typed down my ideal boyfriend, i wrote that he was southeast asian, romantic, interested in poetry, tall, and other things i don’t remember. but that was it, i didn’t put any intention afterwards, it was simply something fun to do. little did i know that i actually manifested it in no time, he was like how i scripted, he was chinese and living in italy like me, he was cute and romantic, and he confessed to me by writing me a fucking poem. but i wasn’t ready for a relationship so i cut off contact with him, because that’s what i do.

then, this other time, i started writing again my ideal partner, with half intention to manifest it. i wrote down that he was artsy and alternative, taller than me (i have a thing for tall men), half french, liked rock music, i even wrote the exact name i wanted him to have, and other stuff. literally some days later, i was joking around at school at the window and there was this group of older students and i joked with them not showing my face (because i’m simply more confident if i don’t show my face) and they said to show myself but i was like hell no. but after some minutes, two guys came in the class and one of them said “so it was you” (i was dumb to think that they wouldn’t recognise the class i was speaking from lmao) and he was so fine, simply my type. he was again exactly how i scripted and even the fucking name was the same. then he became my crush and we started talking on insta and saying hi in corridors. then he started texting me to meet during classes and we started seeing each other more and hanging out. then he asked me out on a date and he kissed me, and it was my first kiss, but i didn’t feel nothing at all so i was very down after that, and my interest started fading and i pushed him away lmaoo.

then then then, this more recent time i wanted to manifest someone that simply had remus lupin vibes, but wasn’t specific. suddenly this guy starts following me on insta and he texts me saying that we knew each other years ago, but i just remembered his unique name and not his identity. we talked only a bit and then he posted pictures of himself and man, he was literally a remus lupin variant let me tell you. but he deleted his account so we didn’t talk further.

i think there were other times where this list method manifested, and i want to do it again once i’m ready for a relationship.

i literally despise men so fucking much

wilson saying “I need to do this. for you.” is fucking insane actually. in the same episode where house is deciding whether or not he should commit suicide as a result of wilson’s dying. They are each other’s lines between life and death. humans have a biological instinct to preserve their survival at all costs; house has an addiction that governs his life. but they were willing to forgo all of it for one another, because they couldn’t fathom it being any other way. IM SICK

can i just say, it still makes me feel a little crazy how astarion, come act 3, still can’t quite put a name to his relationship with his partner, but he WILL tell them he wants to keep them both safe.

he won’t say i love you just yet but he will say forever, for good.

maybe i do want us to kiss a little more

the loneliness and sadness that creeps into you in a way that only growing up queer can cause. your parents can accept you and still make you feel like an outsider. your parents can love you and still reject parts of you. that old-fashioned kind of love where they think trying to mold you, make you tough, is better for you. or that quiet status quo where you just don't talk. and where everyone is accepted, though some are more than others. generations and generations it's just been easier to let it slide. to let it be. not cause a fuss. but then we sit there with a knot in our chests all our lives wondering how it got there

Mhmmm!!! Weekend Desires....

'We all yearn for the woods. That's why every fellow on this island wants to settle down near a tree - just one will do.'

(I'm just rambling no need to read)

It's crazy how much feedee content is reblogged by people with "fat fetishists/feeders/feedees DNI" in their bios

Like, I think lots of people in the world are tummy lovers and fat admirers (bc it's inherently lovely as are all bodies) but the label of feedism (or specifically FEEDERISM) is seen as this manipulative and sick kink when... it's rly not. So many people seem to really be into soft feedism, but think that if gaining to immobility and health problems aren't involved that means it's no longer feedism? They don't see that extreme feedism is not what the majority of the community partakes in.

Not that extreme feedism is manipulative or bad either! But they're just so repulsed by the concept that they won't take any time to approach it and learn what it is. So they think there's no way for feedism to be practiced ethically and write it off entirely.

I think feedism and fat admiration in kink is something that people are going to need to evaluate and accept if we are ever going to get true fat liberation. It's okay to want to be fat, it's okay to be turned on by your fat body, and it's absolutely okay to be aroused by eating and/or getting fatter. Food and fat and body worship is the basis of feedism (in its simplest form) and I think none of that is inherently evil. If being fat makes you happy and horny, get fat.

see everyone worried and fretted and panicked and yet quesadilla island looked at pepito and went

beyond parody.

i gotta love tumblr because so many people are horny here in such a loving way. like we'll see someone sitting down with a cigarette butt in their mouth, stomach out and everything completely unkempt and go like "i have GOT to fuck them" and i think thats so beautiful, its such a devoted kind of lust.

Their hands exploring all over everywhere.

Six Sexy Words

[About the ask where you said that dipper blurted out "I'm pregnant" To bill and his immediate response is panic]

Does this mean that bill has impregnated someone??? Or the other way around??

Bill's never sired or sprouted any offspring, and has no intention of doing so!

Dipper was pulling a prank, and it worked very well - because Bill's been around the block enough to not dismiss the supposedly 'impossible'.

god being transformed is so fucking hot

I think Cortex and N. Tropy are divorcees who still booty call each other from time to time