#my thoughts
When he says“Come here, I need to talk to my baby”. Then gets on his knees and lifts my shirt after I waddle over.
so yeah, stop treating trans people as fetishes.
having to stop edging is the worsttt
Aries: the beginning of the cycle-the most raw, untamed, excitable, impulsive and uncut energy. Energy in need of direction. Fresh eyes
Pisces: the end of the cycle-the sum of all energy, the energy that transcends all existence, pandoras box. Felt it all eyes
Aries: fresh eyes Taurus: sensing eyes Gemini: darting eyes Cancer: reflective eyes Leo: seductive eyes Virgo: clear eyes Libra: charming eyes Scorpio: penetrating eyes Sagittarius:beaming eyes Capricorn: focused eyes Aquarius: Arctic eyes Pisces: seen it all eyes~dreamy eyes
Full disclosure The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn is one of my all time favourite books and Kate Sheffield my favourite heroine. I do not have high hopes for this season of Bridgerton.
Things I liked:
- Benedict and Edwina
- Eloise possibly taking an interest in women’s rights
Things that were okay:
- Anthony, again.
Things I did not care for:
- Kate, if I possible I like her even less. It’s so terrible they did not need to write her this way. She was never mean in the books.
- Colin’s treatment of Penelope
- Penelope
I honestly don’t know if I’ll continue…my heart hurts for what this could have been.
Full disclosure The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn is one of my all time favourite books and Kate Sheffield my favourite heroine. I do not have high hopes for this season of Bridgerton.
What I liked:
- Benedict., Hyacinth, Violet Bridgerton, Penelope, Eloise, Edwina
- The music
- Penelope and Eloise’s conversation in the flowers, especially on being a wallflower
- Violet letting everyone know the Viscount is in search of wife
- Kate letting Anthony know he isn’t all that
- How they showed Anthony’s stress
- Eloise, Anthony and Penelope pointing out the importance of books and reading
What was okay:
- The change in the Kate and Anthony meet cute
- Anthony is STILL NOT my Anthony but he’s doing a better job than I thought he would.
What I did not care for:
- Kate Sharma
- Kate Sharma emphatically letting us know that she is no way related to the Sheffields - pouring salt in the wound.
- Kate Sharma being rude to Lady Danbury and Violet Bridgerton
- The Queen but I didn’t much care for her last time
- The dog, and I usually love dogs so this pains me to say
I will forever be sad that the adaption is not closer to the book.
Witch/brujería Madrigals!!!!!!!
Alma: traditional/hereditary
Julieta: kitchen and cottage
Pepa: water and seasonal
Bruno: sea and divination
Agustin: literary and eclectic
Felix: grey and eclectic
Isabela: elemental and green
Dolores: hedge and lunar
Luisa: Hellenic and crystals
Camilo: bone and eclectic
Mirabel: music and embroidery/cottage
Antonio: animal and (when older) death
Me writing fanfiction: post now don’t edit
My brain; you have to re-read your work and look for errors
Me: no. Post now, I’ll get comments
Brain; why?
Me; comment=dopamine
Brain: NO!??
Me: comments make my brain happy :]
* golden thread *
longing,
a tortuous ache -
penetrating pain which reminds me that you are in my bones.
from the first hello, a golden thread appeared. a fire ignited deeply into my blood stream. electric bites under my skin.
euphoric drums banging in my chest, echoing your pulses
feet leaving surfaced land, as we dive freely into the abyss.
your hand in mine is when I realized,
that my soul knew your soul lifetimes ago.
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* soul - tangled *
the creep of longing felt so deeply in my bones
exhaling
clinging to you
releasing all scars
allowing beauty to swallow pain
right here, you’re so close
breathing in my heartbeat
wrapping your soul around me
going deeper
tangled
whispered touches kiss flesh
calm and fire collide
a balance of desire and serenity
engulfing flames as healing waters crash over again and again
in those secret hours,
between the sun and the moon
refuge is found
because of your existence,
do I know love
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* tattooed ache *
I feel your heart
inside my own
pulsing
consistently breathing me back
to life
peace fills me
as I melt into your calm
bare
naked, exposed
I am before you
my layers and skin unravel
in ribbons at your feet
unknown worlds cradled in hands
your song tattooed upon my soul
tasting tears, swallowing laughter
loving in ache
you,
you, my love
you are everything
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* savage *
moonlit tangled sheets
stardust sprinkled
across pillowed dreams
eyes locking my wants to your fervent desire
pulling you into this insatiable reverie
swallowing euphoria
just by inhaling the scent of drunken lustful lips
clenched thighs-throbbing need
beckons bite marks
to commit
the most outrageous sin on your flesh
run your tongue up my soul
bend until we break
licking portions back together
boundaries pushed
and raw rapture exposed
head spinning dizzy
savagely
consuming you whole
until you
only remember my name
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* falling *
your words
dance under my skin
like a prayer and a curse
parting holy waters and feeding fire
my addiction and my cure
the ache in bones
emerge
encased in safety
like a gentle collision
the careful surrounding parchment walls
fall,
disintegrating upon the forest floors
making beauty out of the shadows
the waking universe falls away
as we delve and fly deep into nothing and everything at once
brimming in destiny
love pulsing beyond our worlds
riding upon every unknown wave
finding adventure in uncertainties
only knowing
I would rather fall with you in the dark
than see the honey coated stars
with anyone else
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* wrapped *
I’m wrapped in your fiery ache
loving you in light and darkness,
as the sun loves the stars and crystal moon
enveloping whispers
between the shadows and the realm of the illuminating soul
sheathed flesh
revealed
quaking upon insatiable phantoms
howling with endless craving
pulsing through my chest
each throb vanquished
in plea of you
deep entangling deep
flowing serene waters
I’ll drink from your cup
and swallow the entire ocean
if I shall drown, let it be from the honey
which drips from your tongue
I will come up for breath in the taste
of your mouth
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* a poet *
loving a poet can bring forth
moments of ultimate euphoria,
as well as pain that you feel
into the depths of your core
poet is the religion and the muse the deity
for the muse,
you ache, you please, you desire
while on bended knee
you break
passion consumes
thoughts overflow into words
beauty and pain are seen deeply through the
mind’s eye,and even more potent
in the depths of the soul
when a poet loves,
every pulse of the heart will cascade
that love will be made immortal
by the power of words
flesh touched by ink stained hands
making love by the song in which your love created
the melody of words imprinted upon the heart
the lyrics tattooed upon
every inch, every crevasse of the skin
your love becomes a poem
etched under the layers
the memory lingering
long after both hearts depart
your poem is forever aching
under that fine lining burning through
your veins
a poet has a restless heart
say nothing for hours
and never at complete peace
a continuous search within
never completely satisfied
words overflow onto paper
yet there is never a full understanding settled
the mind races, the heart aches
the soul longs
many emotions are never spoken
yet every truth of thought
flows with fluidity through the ink
loving a poet
is to live constantly on the edge of darkness
but forever, in the light
of beauty
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* music box *
notes floating
melodically
from a measureless distance
calling unto me
euphoric vibrations
trembling my core
soft hums echoing so distinctly
into my deepest chambers
somberly carrying a symphonic euphony
captivating the realms of my heart
the truth of my soul
drawn upon these chords
a resonance of angelic whispers
in which only I can hear
in which only I can feel
removing death, beckoning me to life
a luminous reflection
upon the slowly opening lid
beholding flawless beauty as
magnetic strings effortlessly entangle
such a harmonious sound
of ardent lullabies
fully embraced
within the sacred
music box
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* ethereal *
the darkened honeyed sky
brings your scent to me
a collision of hot and cold
trickling down my spine
as the starlit winds cover me in your heightened pulses
deeply felt melodies
coursing through my veins
melting me into you
I cling to the ethereal rivers
a unison surrender
enraptured
betraying all urgency
descending
I taste every secret, as you cradle every dream
caressing unknown layers
engulfed in tender luminous
you own
the deepest portions of me
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* shift *
the air shifts as we drown in the night winds
the stars dance through your window
moving
I press in closer
wrapping around you
I feel your breath leave slow and shallow at the edge of sleep
knowing your pulses before your heart beats
I lightly kiss the fluttering of your eyelids,
as I slowly trace the fullness of your lips
inhaling all things you
feeling you in my bloodstream
loving you whole
never breathing you out
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* voracious *
my mind is wrapped around your tongue
desiring the taste of you
I’m in so deep
my entire being stays in the space between here and there
eyes closed, head tipped back and my chest full of ache.
the fire of bones
carrying words
crawling across, teasing skin
collapsing walls
creeping into the bloodstream
coursing through veins
charging through fast enough-filling the heart- before it can empty
swelling and bursting
the blood so deafening
I can’t hear a damn thing,
but everything that falls from your lips
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Pic credit - Steve K.
