Eugene De Blass (The Flirtation | Confidences)

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oh to be a nun in 1350 enjoying quiet time and gardening and having lots of lesbian sex and then dying at the ripe old age of 36

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Avoir un coup de foudre, encore

I had not seen you for such a long time. The sun has caressed your body, tanning your curves that your new style clings to as lovers at the edge of ecstasy. Gravity itself tips in your direction, heads turning, eyes feasting as you stride to the dance floor, the gold in the chandelier losing luster compared to your sheen. Even from the sides I can smell your perfume, wrenching myself away from the scenes playing behind my eyes as siren song to Odysseus. My soul calls to hart, to bound away before this predator could sense our gaze, but your claws slide over my shoulder sending me stock still, the crowd calling that I know the dances you seek. Your voice purrs and hums in my ears, and I am clay under your exquisite hands, guided to first position with our fingers interlocked. The first dance I am shaky, nervous and at a nadir of confidence; it has been too long, I am too eager, I am too much in my head. Unsure sounds escape your throat, even a yelp with my trip - still your smile would refocus me, your eyes laughing and playful. The second was rote but easy, neither of us straining, yet neither of us bored. The third dance, we are alone again. My fingers trace your throat as your laugh knows you have won. The song is difficult, the moves igniting fires in our limbs; still we twirl about each other, your voice clear, perfect, sweet, as I grow hotter, enamored with you all over again. Then it is over, both of us trembling within a mist of applause. You are led away to your case, your strings being loosened, the rosin tapped and wiped off. I lay a hand on your shoulder, silently promising that soon, we shall play again.

but we stay squeaky :3c

but we stay squeaky :3c

but we stay squeaky :3c

BUT WE STAY SQUEAKY!!! :3ᴄ

se on kaunista kirjoittamasi sanat

I mold myself like clay.

Thumb impressions smeared across my skin from stretching myself for others.

I make myself malleable, easily adaptable.

I will craft myself into whatever you want me to be.

and I will never ask you

- [i.r.]

[06.23.21.]

This is truly amazing, thank you.

Hey i’m a fashion design student so i have tons and tons of pdfs and docs with basic sewing techniques, pattern how-tos, and resources for fabric and trims. I’ve compiled it all into a shareable folder for anyone who wants to look into sewing and making their own clothing. I’ll be adding to this folder whenever i come across new resources

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/16uhmMb8kE4P_vOSycr6XSa9zpmDijZSd?usp=sharing

btw if you ever see me wearing a ram's skull and holding a knife covered in blood up to the elbows don't even worry about it

yeah yeah yeah, yeah. yeah 🤩

Looking back over past years, Pinocchio and Frankenstein are two projects Del Toro has been trying and trying to make happen, and now one's been released and another has been announced.

Maybe we're reaching a point soon for him to finally make his Mountains of Madness. I don't even care about Lovecraft; I just want Guillermo del Toro to get to make his passion projects.

(Also not complaining if Oscar Isaac ends up playing Victor Frankenstein 😌)