Confession Time - Tumblr Posts
My confession is that I've never liked poetry in my life. But I can relate to yours and I enjoy reading yours.
That really means a lot, thank you. Any chance I get to turn someone on to poetry is a bonus in my book!
Confess your thoughts about me!
I love your poetry. You definitely should become a poet.
I’m glad you enjoy it so much! I think anyone who continuously writes poetry is a poet, but professionally? I don’t think I’d be able to do that. Haha too much pressure.
Confess your thoughts about me!
I gotta confess, i have an adopt addiction. I had a withdrawal an hour ago and i fell victim to it again. I've bought a new character :D
Anyway, i'm not the kind of adopter (?) that looks for certain designs or artist. I'm a scavenger, a vulture, a raccoon that looks in the cheapest and unwanted character to see treasure in them. and most of my adopts don't cost more than 10$ :D
I'm addicted and i'm... not proud of that but at least i don't spend tons of moz on that
Confession: I love your blog and Oh my god you are so pretty 🫣 🌹
aaaw 🌝🌸😍 thank you!
Kureno and Akito is the BIGGEST ick
Some kid in my homeroom at the beginning of the year went on a tangent abt wet dreams and how I was gonna start having them (I only said hi to him), so I (an asexual) pray to my Ranpo shrine every night to keep me safe from the sinful thoughts.
one time me and bestie were sitting on his kitchen floor staring as our weezer cake (don't ask, he really likes weezer) baked, chanting "who's gonna match my freak?"
and then his little fucking bitchass brother came and ate our cake because we fell asleep while it was cooling (it was the middle of the night when we put it in the fridge)
Giddy, screaming in my pillow, kicking my feet because just imagine your fav’s warm chest under your ear… burying your face in his shirt… taking in his scent… smiling against his skin at the lazy way he draws his fingers up and down your spine, an action that both soothes you and makes you nuzzle deeper into his chest like you could make a home in the cavern of his ribs because you feel all fluttery and warm; nervous but in a fun, schoolgirl kind of way
Thinking about his hand on your hip, heavy and warm over the fabric of your sleepwear as you look up at him with a soft, content expression feeling all sorts of mushy and gummy and sweet because he’s got a life to live and probably a few things to do, yet he chose cuddling here with you and you feel like you don’t deserve it but you’re staying here all the same.
Unedited, feel like this applies to any and all characters really, just feeling uber mushy as of late… dunno