Golden Hour Was Made For You Baby

Yeah this isn’t gonna leave my brain now is it

(it wont)

Thinking about pinning a lee's waist against the bed whilst circling my thumbs inside their hip divots, taunting and teasing about how they're not only far too ticklish for their own good, but also too small to escape. I'm really that much bigger and stronger than you, hm?

I miss you

Did you know?

I hear your voice in my ear

I feel your touch on my lips

I see hints of you everywhere

I miss you in the mannerisms i picked up from you

I miss you in the way my hands have the urge to move to scribble at your ribs

I miss you

I love you

I’ll see you tomorrow

twenty years across the sea

yeontan.sanai

only one

(my girlfriend 😁)

is anyone into super clingy and needy girls

I wanna be strong enough to hold my girlfriend like this

i love sonadow if you look in my earhole you will see a little sonic and shadow running in circles around each other where my brain should be

penelope didn't have to turn the tree bed into a riddle. she could have asked odysseus to prove his identity, to tell her something only he would know — which she actually did a few books earlier, when she asked the beggar to describe odysseus, and odysseus told her about a purple cloak with a particular golden brooch that she fastened herself twenty years ago. when penelope tells telemachus they have signs by which they'll know each other, you sort of expect more of the same. and instead, she decides to trap him. like a bug in a cup.

and it's delightful to me, idk, how odysseus has been trapped and cornered in various way throughout the odyssey, but arguably never so that he has to tell the truth to get out. (with the phaeacians, maybe? the omniscient narrator corroborates some of what he tells them, but do we really know everything?) and in fact he is not trying to get free of penelope. he wants something from her, wants to convince her, wants to be welcomed home, but until this point he's lied to her, revealed himself to other people before her, and been distant with her (though also patient! he doesn't try to strongarm or rush her into accepting him; it's his idea to sleep elsewhere).

except penelope isn't looking for him to be distant and patient. penelope lies in a way that requires odysseus to stop playing along — not only to prove that he knows what odysseus knows, but that he's willing to tell the truth about himself.

Admiral <3

Cozy long hair Jon💙

Hope for the future

Fear for the past

Withered like my memories

That I’m scared won’t last

Lesson’s already learned

Yet left those questions still not asked

Maybe then I’ll see

The dye not yet cast

History slips through my fingers

Like sand in a noose

Endless thoughts trapped in my pen

Nothing but everything to lose

Mind set ablaze

While my heart is drowning

Nothing left to save

But my will is howling

Thoughts surrounded by suffering and pain

By happiness and laughter

By thunder and rain

Comfort until frightened by this storm again

Horrid daytime and soothing waves

Thrashing water still taking me under

The burn of that sun still aches

Stolen breaths and a wonder

Does love always have to take?

Take my hurt and my heart

Build me up just to tear me apart

Give until I’m gone

A shade they’ll never find

Until a shine of moonlight came to my mind

A ray of hope

Not bright, not burning

Not a noose, just a rope

And my heart’s relearned yearning

Moonlight in a forest

A campfire in spring

Fascinations like a florist

Of softer love i hear a ring

Time healing and mending

What they scraped and clawed

A love unrelenting

In letting me be ok with the flawed

A song and a book

A dance and a phrase

My chiadrah, my Villain

Your love in my gaze

No longer lost and all broken

All jagged edges too brittle

Now, through you, tempered and so open

Now soaring is the hope that was once so little

My heart is yours

My violence, my violet

My shadows and love all yours

And my best to describe it