#insideof

[endorphinmachine]

theres something in my eye aand incant get it

#probably an eyelash stuck to the insideof my eyelid

[wolviecat]

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It was hard to see them after they returned - sleepwalking through the day, not knowing their friends, their lives, their own names.

Fox somehow managed to sit there, introducing Hound to the animals he’d took care of since they were pups, without crying. He just wasn't sure if it was strength, or just a sign he’d finally broken.

Inspired by Their days are darker by Always a slut for HC

I love this story and I plane incorporate the motif of Fox having names of his recommissioned men written on the insideof his vembrace into my own Fox cosplay

@clonefandomevents

#starwars #corrie bingo #corrie guard #commander fox #sergeant hound #massif

[some-wizards-evil-booger]

insideof me there are two wolves : one is roronoa zoro (people think he's serious and smart because he doesnt talk but he has a little monkey doing backflips in his mind at all times) ( gay) and the other is monkey d. luffy (asexual panromantic? cringefail disaster socially unaware but happy to be here)

#one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #zosan #lawlu #idk yk #it is what it is

[hxans]

Cementing my reputation in this household as the one who can Find Things.

My son's favourite plane toy disappeared a couple weeks ago. I checked all over the house and found it tangled in his pajamas. Last weekend he lost it again, somewhere in our bedroom. I searched high and low, behind every bit of furniture and under the bed. Then on Friday it turned up laying in plain sight next to our bed.

Today my husband rang me from work to ask if I could check the house for his work jacket because he couldn't find it before work and it wasn't at work. I found it laying in plain sight in the room downstairs insideof five minutes of looking.

#hxans rl #patron saint of finding lost things

[shochet]

youre s ofucking real i love hospital smell i love hospital beds i lopve getting blood taken but not even really in a sexy way but it could be in a sexcy way if i felt like it. i love how hospitals look i want a decorative iv bag and also a belt with medical tools dangling from it . for me a perfect world is where medical and religion and technology and the insideof a body meet and are a mainstream aesthetic. lets go touch a demon core together

YOU UNDERSTAND ME SOOO WELL the belt with medical tools i need this also... Pup we truly are so mentally connected dude we need to share a crazy night of sloppy love making. Haha just kidding 😳⁉️

#wolftattoo #askbox

[interview-with-the-vlfote]

I WAS DANCING IN YOUR SHOES WHEN IREAD YOEU DIARY TO TRY TI TO GET INSIDEOF UOUUUUUU

FOREVERAND EVER ND EDVER

[kirbyofthestars]

That's just like my two brain cells arguing.

Two self inserts two brain cells.

insideof you there are two

[clearfoxtimetravel]

JOHN WESLEY SHIPP on the Reasons Why the Flash Failed Early on #insideof...

#youtube

[narendrabeaujolais]

Forget my plaintive autumn

That April afternoon was falling, where the birds were not ashes and the galethey were part of a heaven that never dreamed of what the mummy lacked,of memory, of memory there are only chips that I never played,I was missing three coins to travel to your heart and I forgot to pay. Serene from the warm north that I never crossed, the verb hides insideof your smiles towards me, you are a sweetie…

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[skeuo]

So Wat Ifyou Can see,

The Dark Insideof me..

SomeBody Help Me Tame This Nanimal I Have Become!!

[rrover]

i deserve a gold medal and a pile of tasty treats every time i hold back the incandescent rage simmering insideof my brain

#scampers #Rrrrrr.← and that's all ill say kn that matter

[transfire]

2 wolves insideof me 1 is asleep 1 is awake

#theyare fuckinf etc etc

[purplewood4]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Paint with Diamonds and NailArt Pens.

[sprkljumpropequeen1]

Precious

I’ve always been under the impression that what you receive during your lifetime is always a result of what you give. Love has consumed me ever since I could remember. I wanted to distribute as much love into the world as a physical being could possibly handle. I’ve always had an extreme longing to receive love from others ever since I could remember. Although my heart was full and my ability to give was to its greatest extent, I've always struggled with finding the love that was for me to cherish.

Since I was never given love to the caliber I gave it, my body struggled with keeping the flame insideof me lit. By the time I became an age of scraping together my own worldly thoughts, I grew cold and harsh. Cold and harsh to myself only. I still loved to the fullest potential and cared for others till I withered. I drained my body of the light in order to give. When I thought someone would give me the smallest inkling of warmth, I was always disappointed. I was the one that had to suck the drops of fallen sparkle from the sidewalk in order to regain minimal strength to be there for myself. 

I was my protection. A child's protection is typically her guardians and the adults in their life. A child’s protection should be her guardians and the adults in her life. I never had that luxury. When I couldn't think anything other than thoughts of dying,  I was there to shove the happiest of thoughts into my ears and back into the crevices of my pink brain. I always was there to put the pieces of my precious self back together to seem my most presentable. Not for the likeness of myself however. Everything I did externally to hide my sorrow was rather for my family than for myself. I wished someone, at least one time, asked me what was wrong so I didn't have to bottle my truths any longer. Whenever I was under the impression I found love in someone else, I was always shown the true colors of the exchange. I searched and searched like an explorer to find these human beings. I craved the warm touch of skin and the color of the veins, vessels of the precious blood that peeks through the skin. I found something that gave me peace and happiness. I found love in a stationary object. Even if that love only lasts seconds and immediately turns into despair, it was the purest form of love I've ever felt in my life.

 The beautiful glimmer of the blade glistened in my filmed eyes. The best part was the pleasure it brought me when the red river flowed from my hashed skin. Instant euphoria and tranquility. I feel the love seeping in my skin and flushed the entirety of my body. I finally feel the warmth I've so badly wanted to experience. If I could create that feeling over and over again I would seize the first chance I got. In time there are always consequences. Almost immediately after my body is filled with warmth, it is stripped from me and the coldness of an ice storm infiltrates my body. I'm consumed by guilt and shame. I always curse myself for disfiguring my precious skin. I cover the site of my actions and hide any trace of the pain that I’m ridden with. I suffer my consequences that resulted from my actions. I tell myself it's the last time and I need to cherish the temple I was gifted, but I always turn back to my sinful ways. I find comfort in the pain I create for myself because it's the pain I am in control of. The pain I endure from everyone around me is so far from my grasp. I feel hopeless and weak that I can't be the protector. The blade allows me to be the villain and the hero. I'm able to destroy myself and also be the one to dress the wounds and care for my heart, an even medium. What you give in this lifetime is what you are bound to receive. Maybe that's why I am starved of love, I project self-hatred. I hate the individual that should be most important to me in this life, hate that is so deeply rooted it outweighs all the warmth I output into this world.

[queencocoakimmie]

My Love: Captured

“My Love: Captured” I have loved I have hated I’ve desired And weaponized The touches of my Love. But you leave me, Defenseless. Utterly enraptured and Addicted. And I have no means To stop it. Nor do I want to. ©️KVP Art: “Dream a Little Dream,” Anne Stokes Song: “Love into a weapon,” Madalen Duke

My love,My heart has beenThrough the struggle,The war,The desolation on theBattlefield. I keep it armored andLocked away deep insideOf my chest,For my own protection. But last night,Wrapped in the tendernessOf your arms,I felt it beat,For the first time. You spoke the wordsThat broke down the wallsAround it.Kissed my lips until yourPoetry pierced through the veil. You captured me.Bound my…

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