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angellquero · 3 months
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༺𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙣𝙞𝙖༻
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jannetkat99 · 3 months
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Follow my special page for free 🖤
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s0cioplath · 8 months
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in memory of the chokehold that the p5 filter had on me during my middle school years
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pathetic-pierrot · 2 years
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We as a homestuck society should start portraying Erisol as a Tumblr girlfriend and her Reddit boyfriend, don't be afraid; do it
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cardigansbell · 1 year
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Mumsy nanny sonny and girly (1970)
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insanebelle · 1 year
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myconidwitch · 3 months
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now that the tumblr boyfriend joke is dead, it's time for round 2: the tumblr girlfriend!
this time, instead of weird things happening to the girlfriend, she would tell stories of weird things she saw happening to others.
(gonna tag @itsapmseymour here to get this to the attention of more people)
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hunnybearlover · 13 days
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your hand around my waist
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angellquero · 3 months
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— where are u, my angel?
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jannetkat99 · 3 months
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Cozy Sunday, cozy clothes 😌
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s0cioplath · 10 months
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teaacademia · 1 year
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Spooky season should not only be October.
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nepttunnee · 5 months
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the tumblr girlfriend goes to ikea and gets excited in the room decorated with their current hyperfixation
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lilpsychslut · 8 months
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A Letter from Me to Him for the World
“You sound like someone I'll keep close for long” 
I guess I'll keep my word, and this is my effort for you.
This story, I believe, deserves both its preceding chapters and the moments that followed, but there's a certain intimacy I wish to keep just between you and me. In the last few days of my life, I experienced an old, lost, sinless romance. Ones you read about in novels—a romance that feels almost otherworldly. Getting to know someone and then wanting them to be yours, but then you just can't.
Thinking back on the memory of his smile, the way his eyes lit up, I realize that these are some of his glances I want to preserve. His talking about Maccain (his dog) had me captivated; words flowed like a melody. Those playful giggles and glimpses of his canines added to his charm, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to feel his lips against mine.
He crafts a bouquet from the surrounding weeds, and a sense of tranquility washes over me—a feeling that time was standing still, just for us. Sitting by the dam's edge, I felt an unexplainable urge to reach out and take his hand. It felt like a simple yet profound gesture that could bridge the gap between us. The candid pictures I have of him are like little treasures I want to create an album of. The flowers he gave me aren't just pretty blossoms—they are a symbol of the day etched in my heart, a day I want to always remember, keeping every flower in each book I read to you. 
Reflecting on his personality, I see a mixture of stubbornness and keen perception that intrigues me. He feels to be made up of the last sunbeams of summer, which gently caress the ground. His irises, resembling the warm soil, held their most captivating hue when viewed from a side angle. When he smiled, fine lines appeared, which, when observed, felt like ripples of water. He held a deep gaze of understanding that transcended spoken words—an unspoken language that held volumes.
Getting to know him has uncovered layers of myself that I hadn't fully explored. While I might not express it verbally, he seemed to read chapters of my narrative that I avoid revisiting.  “We are on the same page of that old self-novel,” but on opposite sides.
As we descended the staircase together, his casual remark, "Surprisingly, there are always flowers blooming around you," flattered me. I gathered a handful of flowers for you, each a symbol of our shared moments. You looked pretty, just more mine. 
His words seemed to possess a remarkable power. They reached deep within me, delicately tugging at the strings of my heart as if they were mere threads of emotion waiting to be plucked. His ability to effortlessly draw feelings I hadn't acknowledged, felt like watching a musician play the melody of a cherished moment.
What a day full of events it turned out to be. Should I single out the part that stands out to me the most? He might already be aware of it. It was raining heavily, causing everything to blur in my vision. A new and intense energy surged through me as raindrops struck against my bare chest. I could sense your eyes fixed on me. Was it this newfound life coursing through my veins, or was it your gaze that fueled it? You asked for my hand, and I held onto you. I remember the storms outside. It was one of the seasons I cherished most, and out of nowhere, you parked the car on the sidewalk to meet my gaze. Emotions flooded my bloodstream, and your warm skin met mine. Your heated breaths grazed my lips, and hands gently cradled the face. My ability to speak seemed to abandon me. Captivated, I was acutely aware of the tension building between us. Surprised by this sudden change of actions, he made me nervous and excited. I was aware of your touch around my nape, my breath got heavy and loud until you relaxed back into your seat. 
What games were we getting into? I found myself hooked. Just a short distance away, he parked once more, leaning in towards me. If I had to say, and he might agree or not agree,nature was constantly moving and thriving when we were together. It felt more human and alive. It saw us walking in the gentle floral meadows or kissing in heavy, soaking rains.
In the instance when I caught you gazing at me, your eyes shifted from my gaze to my lips. You caught your lower lip between your teeth in an intense grip, and then you finished that incomplete kiss. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only two of us. I remember exactly how your hands cupped my face as our lips met-a tender yet powerful connection that seemed to encompass everything. I couldn't help but wonder if this was the work of a novelist on Wattpad or simple luck beyond measure. The moment felt flawless, evidence of being fully present. My instincts tell me that we both existed in our purest and most genuine forms, without any masks or barriers. Nothing felt definite or planned—the rain, the kiss, or the affection that I'll carry for you as long as memory serves me.
He says that my way with words is something special, and while I'm thankful for the compliment, I still find it hard to describe just how much our experience meant to me. No matter how many words I use, they don't seem enough to truly capture that day.
Sometimes people don't come into your lives as lovers or pals, I believe it's the promises they made, which goes beyond our understanding, that brings them together. They meet each other probably once in their lifetime to repay the debts that have been carved deep into their souls. To what feels like eternity of hollowness, they give the universe unforgettable love in a moment. 
If this were a glitch in the matrix and I borrowed those certain hours from an alternate universe, I would want us to find a forever togetherness in that realm.
You said, “my heart felt heavy, and it beat faster than you rode.” 
I want to say, “I felt mine fading. A piece of me in those mellow winds to you. “
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dio7r · 9 days
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fyi-iyanni · 9 months
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