Autistic Folks When Their Routine Gets Disrupted, And They Don't Get Alone Time When They're Supposed

love these fucked up bird things

pop a titty

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maybe i should start writing smut it’s been a while since i’ve done that

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freaky (i approve)

she’s got me face down, ass up, wrist pinned to my lower back while she fucks me open with her butch cock like she owns me because she does. I’m dripping, ruined, begging for more, but all she does is laugh ‘you take what I give you princess’ her voice is deep, rough, possessive. she spits on me, slaps my ass, drags her teeth over my skin before sinking even deeper, stretching me wide, making me scream for her. I’m shaking, fucked dumb, soaked down my thighs and she’s still not done. not until I’m completely broken for her and full of her girl cum

art dump :p

found a new brush on ibispaint so was playing round with it

hell yeah geen moth

Rose Myrtle Lappet Moth (Trabala vishnou), family Lasiocampidae, Johor, Malaysia

photograph by Varun Thangamani

“you should be the bigger person” absolutely not. i’m cursing his entire bloodline.

they say ‘i love you’ but hozier said:

i. ‘when i first saw you, the end was soon; to bethlehem it slouched, and then it must've caught a good look at you’

ii. ‘if i was born as a blackthorn tree, i'd wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies’

iii. ‘and though i burn, how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me?’

iv. ‘i'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you’

v. ‘when i look back through it, i remember the view: streetlights in the dark blue; the moment i knew i'd no choice but to love you’

vi. ‘what i had left here, i just held it tight, so someone with your eyes might come in time to hold me like water or christ, hold me like a knife’