but the world was against me making these gifs

  • Incomplete by James Bay reminds me of Ziam.
  • This is so pointless but I wanted to make this.

I breathe in slow to compose myself
But the bleeding heart I left on the shelf
Started speeding round, beating half to death
Cause you’re here and you’re all mine

So I press my lips down into your neck
And I stay there and I reconnect
Bravery I’ve been trying to be perfect
It can wait for a while

Scared of hope in my head it’s been making me sweat but it turns out
You’re here with your head on my chest
I should’ve guessed

The world will turn and we’ll grow, we’ll learn how to be
To be incomplete

I breathe out now and we fall back in
Just like before we can re-begin
Let your lungs push slow against my skin
Let it all feel just fine

Gone is the emptiness
We just take what’s best and we move on
All that the hurt gets left
I should’ve guessed

The world will turn and we’ll grow, we’ll learn how to be
To be incomplete
This here now, it’s where we touch down
You and me let’s be incomplete

How’d we go without
I don’t know it’s look like we’ve made it again
Tell me you’ll never look down, down

And the world will turn and we’ll grow, we’ll learn how to be
To be incom…

I don’t wanna look down
I don’t want us to break up in the cloud
All I want is to stay us, to stay with you now

I don’t wanna look down
I don’t want us to break up in the clouds
All I want is to stay us, to stay with you now

And the world will turn and we’ll grow, we’ll learn how to be
To be incomplete
This here now it’s where we touch down
You and me let’s be incomplete

4

I’ve been spending my day sprawled on my bed, with incense burning, enjoying the sexiest posts on Tumblr,  edging myself silly to hypnos all day.
my hair is oily now from squirming around and writhing against my pillows for hours on end gooning the day away, and my skin is greasy and gross from all the sweating. My tumblr is like my mirror that tells me what I am, what my purpose is in life. My blog is a portal into my cotton candy filled head.
Cock makes me feel dumb and fluffy and horny and bimbofied. And I have all the time in the world today….. no planning today, just edging and emptiness, for hours and hours on end. It never works when I plan.. everything that’s meant to happen somehow just does when I give up thinking. So today I gave up.
I can’t do it alone for long though. Edging for hours had me aching for cock, to the point I couldn’t stand it, I was going crazy for cock. So I brought a cock to my bedroom.
My thoughts are in a puddle in the bottom of my head when the cock enters my hole. His cock has turned my thoughts into paste, then to something less than paste. They could barely even be called ‘thoughts’ anymore. ‘Thoughts’ were something people had, and I sunk low enough that seemed a stretch now.
Dolls don’t have thoughts. Dolls are hollow and horny and happy. Dolls exist to be used and never to think. Dolls drool at both ends when they aren’t being used and moan like whores when they are being used. Dolls are fun, dolls are pretty and dolls would never, ever be able to get their brains back once they lost it.
If I’d been able to think I might have had an opinion on how his cock was turning me into a brainless doll. On how I was never going to be able to go back.  
But I couldn’t. So I didn’t. And never would.

Here, I was waiting all this while for our ‘Mother Teresa’ Armin to become the most inspiring dedicated Commander of the Survey Corps for the generations to come and then the latest chapter makes me want to 'Levi-slay’ Isayama as well as punch my fist against the wall.

This world is so cruel yet, so beautiful?

are you done, Isayama?

no, srsly, are you?

To my ‘internet’ friends, that live so far far away from me. thank you.

sometimes, I’m feeling down… and also scared of things that i can’t really explain to anyone around me, feel so alone against the world. And i end up texting you, I’m still really scared that you will not like me as much because of that (please tell me if i’m being too much…) but you reply anyway, with lots of nice words, sometime funny texts, lighten up my mood and make everything feel better. thank you for being there for me, the *hugs* and all those heart and kissy emojis means so much. every single one of them :’)

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make me choose

anonymous said: gx or arc-v?