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#bottled feelings
heyhowveyoubeen · 5 months
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when you havent cried in 4 monthes so likewise you feel like complete shit
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lastoneout · 3 months
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catch me googling "how to partake in the butch tradition of having a lanyard/ring of keys clipped to your belt when you don't have a job or a car and so most of the things on your lanyard are just decorative keychains"
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hajihiko · 3 months
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Weighted blanket (lifts weights + wet blanket)
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grayintogreen · 1 year
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“Shauna tries so hard to be a good person but sucks at it” vs “Natalie tries so hard to be an awful person but sucks at it.”
Shauna is fully capable and willing to kill and lie and cheat while maintaining this perfect apple pie illusion of a wholesome life and her family stays by her but even they’re starting to see the cracks in the veneer.
Natalie believes she destroys everything she touches, is constantly on a downward spiral of self-destruction, and hates herself for everything she did and yet she can’t even kill a goldfish on purpose and despite being openly antagonistic to everyone in the wellness center, they all seem to really like her.
FASCINATING dichotomy here.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 month
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:-P
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superhell · 1 year
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house md is wild because house tells wilson that he’ll sacrifice many things but never himself and then he sacrifices himself for wilson. and then he sacrifices himself for wilson. and then he sacrifices himself for wilson. and then he
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sanjiwifer · 8 months
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. • Message In A Bottle • Namis Journey pt. 2 • .
Easy Target acquired.
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tokyothirstygang · 1 year
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Thinking about big dick Chifuyu who doesn’t know how to handle the gift God has given him
You two have been in bed for what feels like hours trying to get his dick to fit inside you and it’s more of a task than either of you imagined. He’s eaten you out over and over, sucking and licking at your clit while putting three fingers inside you to try to open you up more. Though you’ve already come multiple times, it hasn’t been while he’s inside you and it’s making both of you crazy.
“Just jack me off.” He sounds defeated as he starts to move away from you. “This isn’t going to work.”
You grab him by his face and pull him back in for a kiss.
“Don’t say that. We can figure this out. We just have to try something else.” You counter.
He sighs and sinks back down on top of you.
“We’ve been trying forever. I can’t get it in.”
You distract him with a make out session while you develop a new game plan. He’s in the process of placing kisses all over your neck when you realize what you have to do.
“Chifuyu?”
“Hmm?”
His eyes meet yours and they’re dark with lust.
He needs to cum and he needs it badly.
“You just have to push it in all the way. Don’t stop until you’re deep inside me.”
His cock twitches against your thigh, and you know he wants nothing more than to tear you in half. But sweet chifuyu thinks with his head and not his cock so he’s still hesitant.
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You've been waiting since the first time you laid eyes on him for this moment and are more than willing to do anything to make it work.
“I can take it. I promise.” You pull him in and press your lips to his again. “Just fuck me, Chifuyu.”
He’s cautious sliding back into you, and when you’re already gasping and wriggling away when he’s only a third of the way in, you feel him start to draw back.
“No! Don’t stop. I can take it, I promise!” You plead, though he’s already almost stretched you to your typical limit.
“Are you sure?” His eyebrows furrow and you notice a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. His arms are on either side of you and the veins are threatening to burst through skin.
He’s using all his strength to hold back from slamming all the way into you.
“Yes! Just keep going.”
He nods working himself in a little deeper.
You involuntarily shriek at the sensation of being filled up and stretched more than you ever thought possible but you tell him to keep going so he does.
Soon you’re a complete mess beneath him. A moaning, screaming, watery eyed mess begging him to go deeper.
When he’s finally mostly inside you, he’s pressing kisses all over your face, brushing your hair aside, and apologizing.
“I’m sorry…fuck, I know it’s big. I’m sorry…you just feel so fucking good…”
He’s alternating between apologizing and thrusting deeper when, by some divine miracle, you open up fully for him and he slips the rest of the way into you.
Both of you are surprised and when your eyes meet his you see something has changed within him.
The sweet cautious man who was too scared to fuck you is gone and he’s been replaced with someone far more devious.
A low growl escapes him as he lowers himself so that his mouth is near your ear. He leans in close and whispers “I’m going to make this pussy mine.”
Then he lets you have all the sexual energy he’s been holding back. He’s got your legs up on his shoulders, pounding down into you while you cry out his name over and over.
The more you moan and scream his name the harder he fucks you.
“You take this big cock even better than I thought you would. Fuck- You like being used like this don’t you?”
You can barely believe THIS is the same person who was too shy to kiss you first.
Now he’s on top of you talking like he invented sex.
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so i was thinking about how Howdy has eight legs bc he's a caterpillar - those have lots of legs. but butterflies? they only have six
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imagine he comes out of his chrysalis and he's down two limbs. mf would have to relearn how to Walk
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wondrifuluss · 2 years
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22th July
Have you ever felt like you have this inability to be emotional honest with others? That is my main struggle. It’s hard for me to open up about my feelings to people because I don’t like the idea of burdening people with how shitty I feel, and I also don’t want them to just view me as that girl who is fucking miserable all the time (since apparently being sad is my default emotion). That is why I find myself constantly lying and keeping a lot of things internally. The thing is…I can’t directly talk to anyone about my problems without feeling like I am being incredibly dramatic and whiny. When I do try to express my feelings, it makes me feel worse somehow, like there is this voice in my head telling me they’re only listening because it’s the polite thing to do not because they actually want to. It’s a really lonely cage I am trapped in. I mean, a lot of the times it's not a big deal. I wouldn't want to pour out my entire life story to people anyway. But eventually there are moments when my emotions become too over-consuming and heavy for me to carry alone and yet, all I could do is probably drop hints about my sadness in hope that someone who “cares enough” will notice my cries for help. Except that’s the thing, there is only so much you can get from little hints. I often feel like nobody understands me. It’s almost like I want someone to swoop in and save me, but I also do not really want help. I just kind of want to not exist at that moment.
It’s is something that I have been trying to work on because sharing your feelings is a positive thing to do, it makes you more human and help others understand you. But years of not being able to open up to people takes a little while to get over I guess so I let my feelings out in little amounts. I used to feel really lonely every time no one noticed how sad I was deep inside. But tonight was beautiful because I felt seen. Tonight I received comforts that I so desperately needed, and the best part is? It came from you my love. You humbly said that you’re not good with giving “pep talk” and that your words may not make me feel better, but you reminded me that im not alone and that I have you. By god every atom of sadness in my body magically vanished. Tonight, even with all the pain and brokenness that accumulated throughout the course of my life, I am glad that I exist in this moment, because I have you.
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brunettebabbydoll · 26 days
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I either feel things so deeply they paralyse me or I just can’t seem to feel a damn thing
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driaswrld · 4 months
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higuruma who likes wine. i'm thinking he likes it almost as dry as his coffee but he's very appreciative of the fruity undertones — like you can tell the mood he's in based on the wine he's bought.
he wins a case and he already has a bottle of pinot noir open and waiting for when you finally get home, tie loose and manspreading on the couch, hair tousled and a small dopey smile (yes he started without you but don't worry, he's sure you can keep up)
or maybe he's lost a case and you're pouring him a third glass of california cabernet in the warm bathtub, soap bubbles on his frown lines, arms wrapped tight around you while you straddle him, his teeth grazing your shoulder (he's literally just a brooding baby, hold him pls)
either way, he fucks you idk why i was talking ab the wine. idk anything ab wine. basis is he fucks you while wine drunk really.
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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"But I wasn't crying because I was sad. I guess I was crying because we had nowhere else to go, no choice but to go on living in this world. Crying because we had no other world to choose, and crying at everything before us, everything around us."
– Mieko Kawakami, "Heaven"
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ruushes · 3 months
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my son nox who has every disease
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f1extras · 5 months
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You guys I'm SLOW.
Do you remember when Lando said "it's Oscar's bottle"? I 100% thought he was joking around but today this pic popped up in my feed
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And yeah, I had completely forgotten their bottles are obviously marked, so I went to double check and
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I'm not ok
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thatoneluckybee · 4 months
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Going to break into your house with pots and pans and yell at you until you reframe your thinking of productivity to include more than just schoolwork or a salary or chores and the like.
Did you do a thing? Was there a positive result for you or someone else?
Congratulations, you did a Productivity!!!
You aren’t ALWAYS going to be able to have the energy to do what we consider traditionally productive. You won’t always have the motivation.
Yeah, maybe you could have spent two hours studying for that test instead of 15 minutes. Maybe you could have cleaned the kitchen instead of the dishes. And? That’s still something!
Productivity is doing things!! Did you eat food and drink water? You did something that helped your body work! Doodled in class? You made art! Even just posting theories and memes on tumblr dot com is a thing! You thought out the post, figured out how to organize it (even if you don’t realize you did that) and you made it! And now other people can see and you DID something and you should be proud!!!
Be proud of yourself or I am going to show up outside your window tonight and scream positive affirmations louder than a cat who has just discovered her food bowl is empty.
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