late night dreaming

Once I finally surrendered to my natural desires and gave myself to a man, I found it strengthened my identity as a woman. Since then, I have always loved being a Woman in the bedroom. #liveyourtruth #boys will be girls

Love, Melissa 💖⭐️❤️👗🌸

It's been a domestic goddess kinda day.

I did some weeding in the garden, I washed up from breakfast and lunch, I tidied and vacuumed my room and emptied my bins, I washed two loads of laundry and hung them up to dry, and then sorted the dry things.

But I also fell over some rocks on the edge of a flower bed. I was trying to get to some weeds right up by the wall and lost my footing. It would've been funny if it didn't hurt. And then I scraped my finger along the concrete slabs while I was sorting out the patio, so I had to run indoors and get myself a plaster

I need a vampire (of any gender or sex except male) to kiss me rn

I want to be kissed by someone with kind eyes and a hopeful smile.

With no expectations of desire lurking behind those eyes.

I want him to want me as myself, not pining, waiting for me to put out or to make plans for the future.

I want a kind boy to hold my face and breathe me in, and kiss me on the lips. And nothing else.

I want the kind of kiss you have to quietly sob into, where nothing else seems to matter besides the person in front of you.

The kind where you hang on, holding fast to whatever’s holding you down to the earth. Like a fish out of water for too long finally placed in a free flowing stream.

I want to be held, but in a way that doesn’t make my neck hurt, or my body ache. That doesn’t take my energy and leave me feeling half hollow.

I want the peace of someone holding me without thinking about it. I don’t want calculation, I don’t want planning. I just want you. I don’t want to be your everything. I want to be part of you. I don’t want to be your reason for breathing, I want to be as a breathe from your lungs. Comfortable and without second thought.

I want quiet acceptance and friendship with no other purpose. I don’t want to be someone’s purpose or their better half. I want someone to feel most at peace with. I want a home, and no fear for a little while.

-k.c

same girl

All that's missing is me in between these two ladies and their lips on my cheeks 👄😘

Y'all, should I re-download Tinder?

Who wants a kiss? 💖😚

my mom loves to lie and like she always swears she was NEVER homophobic or anything to me as a child “i even have a gay work friend” but a really funny memory resurfaced recently where i asked if i could use birthday money i had to buy a rainbow flag when i was like ??? 7?? because i LOVED rainbows. and she said no that means something Evil and god will hate you . so what did i do. but ask my grandmom for a rainbow sweater for christmas and proceed to only wear that sweater for three years when it got cold because i didnt like the idea that god hated colors and i wanted to challenge him

Pictures you get when you're busy at work 💋

hyperfixation sucks I think just a little too hard about a guy who isn't even real and I could start crying any second

LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality

EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”

Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.