The words became heartbeats more alive than myself
And the ideas became words
Books strewn on a shelf
Collecting dust
Just enough to cloud the mind
Picked up and swept away
A dusty dream to find

idea: a campy burlesque routine to The Masochism Tango in which I strip fake body parts, organs, and bones alongside my clothing.

(I’m just collecting these routine ideas until the day I finally actually try this art form)

The sexual thoughts running through my head. I don’t even know you. Never knew you existed. But, I want you. I desire you. I yearn for you. I crave you.

I’m curious about how big your cock is. How thick it is. How good it would feel to have you inside me. DEEP inside me. I want you to give me a creampie. Pump me full with your seed. Oh, the possibility of getting pregnant by you. I would bear your children happily. I would love to be your personal fuck doll. I want to be yours. I want to belong to only you. The thing is, you don’t even know I exist.

omg i need to stop, but,,, I just got another idea for an au

I have no idea what the scenario is, but what if,, the mc got into a really bad accident, and she loses some of her memories, and when she recovers in the hospital, bts comes and says they’re her boyfriends, and she feels really bad that she doesn’t remember them because they’re so sweet and understanding of her recovery

BUT! she was never dating bts before, they were stalking her and when she lost her memory they faked being her boyfriends to get into a relationship with her.

idk what I’m going to do with this idea. Part of me wants to make it a mafia au, but part of me thinks it should just be normal rich!bts au

The leash on my collar is secured to the hard tie point built into the wall, keeping me on my knees.

You stand before me with your hands in my hair as you fuck my needy mouth.

I’m unable to pull away. Held in place by the leash, your cock is deep in my throat. This is where I belong.

I breathe at your convenience. My body is for your pleasure.

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Hello everyone! ♥

I’ve decided to enter the High Art competition this year and it would mean a lot to me if you just clicked the link and hit the vote button for me ♥

It’s a really cool competition with a lot of really unique entries so far, you should check it out :)

Thank you!!!

It’s a busy life. Don’t forget to slow down when you can and look for cloud-sharks

is there a name for a nightmare that slips into a daydream, silver-bell thoughts tarnished and burned with thoughts best left relegated to the night? the clang of the waking carillon drowns out too much, but the steam-whistle shriek of a black thought in a golden haze cuts through. is there a name for hell that chases around the clock?

—m.j.

when someone says something that triggers a daydream:

a-quiet-green-agreement:

What I believe to be memories are probably daydreams. Still, my own sentimentality yearns for them as if they were the truth, suspect or twisted though they may be. I have forgotten that they were stories I heard from another and feel an intimacy with them as if they were my own direct memories.

–Yasunari Kawabata, from “Oil,” The Dancing Girl of Izu and Other Stories (Counterpoint, 1997)

If anything I write ever gets made into a movie, I hope Villeneuve directs it. Holy shit, how cool would that be.