、『light of my life, fire of my loinsbe a good baby, do what i want』
212 posts
Latest Posts by foreverinyourdreamstonight - Page 4
no but if im not gonna get a dog in next week im actually gonna cry so bad and have a melt down
all i do is yearn and yearn and yearn and yearn and yearn and yearn and yearn and yearn and yearn and
— flash sale! my clothes are 100% OFF.
if male fantasy has a million fans i’m that million
if male fantasy has one fan im that one super-fan
if male fantasy has no fans i’m dead
if male fantasy disappears i also dissapear
u ask me what song is my favorite guess what? male fantasy
what song do you play when ur happy ? male fantasy
sad? male fantasy
any other existent emotion ? MALE FANTASY
what song do you want played in your wedding ? oh halley’s comet AND MALE FANTASY
male fantasy is me and i am her :)
why tf do weirdos find my profile all the time. i be collecting them like fucking unfinity stones
(be weirdos i mean old ass men who for some reasons text me tf)
'cause for the last couple years, i've been in war with my body
i tried to starve myself thinner
and then i gained all the weight back
(yes im crying to ts rn)
hey so can we at leas put fucking tws before posting pics of cuts or smth..?
one more thought about food/calories and im exploding this planet completly i cant
waking up feeling deep sadness should be a crime cause what do you mean i'm feeling this way right now like, give me a break pls
the look i give the cashier while i buy a pack of plasters and steri-strips for the 3rd time this month
SHE’S JUST A LIL GIRL 😭😭 U DONT UNDERSTAND
BARK BARK BARK
her fingers omg i can’t
Black goth misc pngs!
If you love aesthetics/pngs/moodboards/ check out my pinterest at magicloopsdotart
i like when people singers/writers who i like but like i liked them first okay keep that in mind
Imagine being someone’s tumblr crush 😞
hyperfixation got so bad i went on my phone in lesson just to watch her interview🩷
actually i have decided yearning is not for me please stab me instead
they piss me off so bad i cant
turning off snapchat notifications was the best thing i ever did
tt and insta seem like smth realle serios and here i just sit on my ass and shitpost my thoughts
no bc why is it so scary. They’re so judgmental on both.
to be honest im lk scared pf my ed its not even funny🩷 i will have a lot to talk about with my new therapist istg
sometimes i realize how bad my ed effects my daily routines and shit that i have to just sit down and be like "damn."
I just saw Billie's story and I'm crying because she's so kind and sweet and her voice is so comforting and I love her so much I'm gonna die
i sleep so i can see you, cause i have to wait so long.
this, sailor song, 5:00am in summer and a cigarette
ˇ ⋆ ╱ sailor song - b. eilish
wc ; 700+
los angeles is humming beneath you—faint neon pulses and faraway sirens weaving through the night like a second heartbeat. from billie’s home, the city looks like a blur. soft, distant.
you sit curled in the corner of her leather couch, wearing nothing but damp cutoff shorts and her oversized hoodie. your hair’s still wet from earlier, saltwater dried into the strands. billie’s walking slow circles around the room, barefoot and restless, tension radiating from her like static electricity.
“you don’t talk to me,” she says suddenly, voice quiet but sharp. “not really. not when it counts.”
you shift but don’t meet her eyes.
“im here, aren’t i?”
“you’re physically here. emotionally? i can’t tell if you’re already halfway gone.”
that one lands. you feel it behind your ribs.
“i’m not trying to leave,” you say. “i just… feel like I’m sinking sometimes. and i don’t want to pull you under.”
she stops pacing.
“you think i wouldn’t follow you?”
her voice cracks right at the end, and that’s what does it—your heart pulling, aching toward hers like gravity.
you rise, crossing the space between you until you’re inches apart. the room is hushed around you, save for the low hum of billie’s breathing, uneven and heavy with things unsaid.
“i don’t want to lose you,” you whisper.
billie exhales like it hurts.
“you don’t have to lose me. but you’ve got to stop shutting me out.”
and then—like a wave breaking—you reach for each other. her hands find your waist. yours cup her face. the kiss is instant, inevitable, desperate. months of unsaid things crash between your mouths, and the taste of the ocean is still on her lips.
you stumble together toward the couch, the hoodie slipping off your shoulder. billie’s fingers are already beneath the hem, skimming your skin, drawing soft gasps from your mouth. her lips trail along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, her voice barely audible.
“i missed you,” she murmurs. “even when you were right next to me.”
you pull her closer, tugging her shirt up, off, baring her to the dim city light spilling through the window. your skin meets hers—warm, soft, electric—and you both exhale, forehead to forehead, like you’re coming up for air at the same time.
“tell me what you want,” she whispers.
“i want this not to fall apart,” you say honestly, voice shaking. “i want to believe we’re okay.”
she nods, her thumbs brushing your ribs.
“then let me show you.”
you let her.
you fall back onto the couch and she follows, straddling you, her body a perfect fit against yours. she kisses you like she’s terrified it’s the last time—fingers in your hair, lips soft but urgent. you gasp as her mouth finds the hollow beneath your ear, your legs wrapping around her instinctively.
clothes come off in pieces, soft sighs and moans layered between kisses that grow deeper, needier. the city fades. the past fades. there’s only this: her hands, her voice, her name in your mouth like a lifeline.
“you’re still here,” billie says against your skin, as if reminding herself. “you’re still mine.”
“i always was.”
the moment breaks open—slow and aching, like a song caught between verses. her lips find their way down your body, reverent, lingering. she worships you like she’s afraid of losing the map of you. you arch into her, a breathless cry on your lips, your body already trembling beneath her.
“you’re everything,” she breathes, eyes locked with yours. “you hear me? everything.”
and you do.
you let go in her arms, falling hard, falling free, every part of you unraveling into the safety of her touch. she follows, shuddering against your skin, burying her face in the curve of your neck.
for a long time, there’s only breath and heartbeat. only warmth.
when you finally speak, it’s a whisper in the dark.
“i think i’m scared of how much i love you.”
billie pulls back, her eyes shining even in the low light. she presses her forehead to yours again, like she did when you first walked through her door tonight.
“i’m not,” she says.
and somehow, that’s enough.
you fall asleep with her arms around you, the city still glowing outside, the ocean singing somewhere far off—but no longer calling you away. tonight, you stay.
<3 taglist ; @silverspringsstare @bilssturns @bilswifee @delilahsturniolo @strnilolover @dollarsbills ( reply here to be added )
a/n ; wrote this while i was high LMAO
DONT DO THIS TO MEE😭😭
Billie Eilish - Your Power (2021) dir. Billie Eilish