Anyone Who Reblogs This Post Will Have Their User Written On A Poster Saying "We Stand With Palestine"

is this a safe space? i wanna bite it.

Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

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Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

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It is weird, indeed, that I miss having my hands cold, fingers purple and shaky breath because of the shattering cold in the middle of december. I miss it 'cause I knew you'd come with yours, to collapse with mine, and warm them under murmured words of love.

Maybe even weirder that I loved your hands cupping my prune cheeks perfectly, as crystal flakes of snow wet my hair. And just how you looked at me,even though I looked horrible in the night...somehow, your blue eyes saw me so magestic, trough a lens.

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"Even in the night, see? Even here you are beautiful. You're my girl. My beautiful girl."

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That's how you sang to me. In cold nights of December, after school and after theatre hours on Fridays. I've signed my name across your heart once, and signed it deep. So it remains there, no matter how much you try to change the heart that I wrote it on.

If it is like this, if this is the truth...Then why did you leave? With your heart still bleeding from the blade that I signed myself in..?! You still longed for me when your ego decided for you; that's why you bled.

Now who will kill my grief in the snow, just how Mother Nature soothes the pain of a dead dove by sinking it deep into soil?

Will you let me falter again and again and in the freezing cold, staring from a close distance...yet not moving an inch?

Now I love Winter...because of you. For as long as we were one, together, I loved it. Because it felt just like looking at you, like touching you, like speaking to you. Now's why the cold didn't hurt me, it welcomed me. Why the snow was warm to my palms, like your face was in them. Why the taste of snow was like your lips slick on mine. Why the cascades of winds surrounded me, just.like.your voice...praising me.

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"Yeah she's..she's just a girl in my class. Her name's ______ or something..."

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A/N:Okay I know, it's just me blabbering about long lost love (silly me😭) I still cannot let go off sometimes.

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and what the FUCKKKKKK DO Y’ALL KNOW ABT THIS DAMN TIKTOK EDIT.

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

#logan with his slutty waist and feral growl 🥰🤗

Dear twd(The Walking Dead) people of tumblr....

Why is there no (or hard to find) fanfics with Norman Reedus but not as Daryl Dixon from twd ???😭😭😭😭

I'm not judging, but for real if there are then they are hard to find in the sea of Dixon fics

I WANT REEDUSSSSS🏃💨

Chris RWK / Robots Will Kill

Older bf logan who loves seeing how many times he can make you cum on his tongue until you start crying from how good it feels 🫣

tw: smut, f!reader, oral (f receiving), praise, squirting, overstim, logan having a crying kink, age gap, slight subspace. mdni/+18.

his tongue has been lapping at you for what feels like hours, face pressing messy against your skin as he growls into you. you're twisted up in a way you didn't think capable until dating logan, his grips pressing your thigh open wide.

you've leaked all over the man, legs still weak from squirting a handful of minutes ago. the sight was divine, logan unable to stop himself from diving his tongue to coast across after witnessing the sight.

your boyfriend's stare shines a wild gleam at your choked-out gasps, peeking up to get a look at the tears welling in your eyes.

"just one more, sweetheart," logan begs through a mumble, lips barely moving from their sucking of your swollen clit. your back arches at the following strokes of the flat of his tongue, gaze growing blurry with a fresh round of tears. "be good, 'n gimme one more, alright?"

despite its exhaustion, your body gives into logan easily. it's as if he possesses complete control of you, your pleasure cemented to whatever flick his fingers or tongue chooses to carry out against you. pussy pulsing and face pouting, you ripple with your orgasm and mewling sobs that roll logan's eyes to the back of his head.

you're too out of it to notice the older man retreating from your legs, planting kisses all the way up to your bit-swollen lips. his face and beard are practically soaked as he coos at you, fingers wiping at the damp skin of your cheeks.

"that's my good girl," logan praises over your blubbers, rolling to his side to scoot you in his arms. you clutch at him tightly, the wave of cries overtaking you stirring up something thick and hard in logan's pants.

god, he loves to see you weep.

send more older bf!logan thoughts!

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

T'challa is so cool I wish Africa was real