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im probably just going to spam love poetry and quotes tonight. yeah.
“You broke my heart without even knowing it.”
Crashing parties but all I’m crashing is my soul
I lie to myself and say that I’m doing fine but in reality, I’d kill myself to hold you one more time
Where did all the time go?
Morning to night I'm locked up in my room far from life
I feel so alone out here
I feel so alone out here
Without you
But there’s no way to reach you
So I go back to our home that never was
I still call you home
Cause you were the only one I could tell I hurt
You were the only one that could put me to sleep like a baby
You made me feel so safe
I've never felt such a level of love before
More than I ever got from those I call family
Am I no good?
Do I not deserve your love?
Then why can't you be mine cause I'll be yours till the end of time and thereafter
Can I be yours?
Please tell me I'm yours
I'm tired
Lonely
In love
Drunk in my love
For you, my love.
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ILYSM
Man, you describe yourself as a tater tot one time and more than a week later, after spending two hours on a group project for lab, you start thinking, “Wow... I really am a tater tot. Tater tots get stale, but there are still some people who go for the crunch anyways.” Thank you for existing you stale tater tot consumers.
On a side note: I know at least one person who eats frozen tater tots. By that I mean the tots are still frozen when they enter the mouth orifice. By “at least one” I mean that there is no doubt in my mind that it is entirely possible for other people I know to be doing this. Only one person thus far has admitted their Strange Food HabitTM.
La muerte de un amor y un nuevo bogart
Lo admito aún dueles cada noche, por qué te recuerdo y tú recuerdo me embriaga hasta hacerme llorar. Odio que las mariposa que me hiciste sentir un día en el estómago, porque las mismas me terminaron comiendo por dentro...
No tienes idea de como acabaron conmigo cada noche todas las: fotos, audios y recuerdos de nosotros, de tu voz... Ahora duele ir por la calle y creer que te ví y no eras tú, no sé cómo arrancarme la nariz; Si cada que salgo y huelo tú perfume toda mi mente comienza a llorar. Porqué vienen a mi el aroma que quedó grabado en mi piel, vine a mi mente cada abrazo, cada caricia y cada beso que nos dimos...
Dime cómo te borró de mi vida, así como si no sintiera nada. Eres un tatuaje sin tinta...
Eres esa herida que no quise tratar, y ahora está tan infectada que siento que debo cortarme el corazón con tal de que está terrible infección llamada amor imposible; No continúe destruyendo lo que queda de mi...
No fue cobardía, tú bien sabías que yo era un guión mal escrito; Y yo sabía que tú eras una llama de fuego a punto de apagarse...
No sé por qué creí que un par de inestables podría luchar contra el mundo...
Era claro que Romeo y Julieta tenían más futuro que nosotros. Se que jamás seré lo suficientemente valiente para borrar todos los besos y marcas que dejaste en mi piel y en mi corazón; Esos no se borrarán por qué fueron grabados con tinta que salió del alma...
Nuestra despedida me enseñó que:
No debemos aceptar el amor que creemos mecer; Debemos aceptar el amor que merecemos.
Y que hay muchas maneras de amar y a veces amar también es saber dejar ir....
Y como dijo el chico de a 2 metros de ti:
"Todo el mundo dice que cuando amas algo debes aprender a dejarlo ir; Perdóname no me quería ir..."
Pdta: cuando escuches Morat sabes que el ancla psicológica te recordara a esta loca que te quiso, y te quiso con el alma rota, rota pero te quizo...🦉🪄
Black Album or 1991 another one of my favourite eras (ngl maybe my favourite) he’s so intimidating and I love it, I don’t know what it is about him he’s stunning
but anyways I’m doing hc’s for Black Album/1991
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SFW
From the outside people just see him as this intimidating grumpy guy who you’d want to stay away from but when he’s with you alone he’s the sweetest guy ever
he’s quite literally a big house cat (at least what I’d call him) he’s such a softy and loves laying with you or laying his head on your chest because in his words “you have soft tits”
he loves holding your hand when you both are out in public
he loves showing people that your his (I feel like just in general he does) he’s following you around the clothing store and when you show him a shirt or pants you like and you’d ask him if you’d look good in them
he’s giving you the best compliments and saying you should get them but if your think there to much money he’ll get the for you
and in saying that he spoils you with clothes and food and make up
not to the point where people think your using him for his money (obviously) but you do joke that he’s your sugar daddy
he’ll ask for your input on lyrics he’s been working on or riffs and when Nothing Else Matters came out and he told you he wrote the song for you
he got all red and flustered cause he thought you might have thought it was corny but you proved him wrong
he loves so cuddle with it’s his favourite thing he’s nuzzle his head into your hair or neck
NSFW
He’s rough don’t tell me no
he’d hold your hips in a death grip to the point where it leaves bruises as he pistons his cock into your pussy
He’ll say the most filthiest thing to you telling you your such a slut or a needy whore
and you love it
he’d grab your face (not hard) and make you keep eye contact with him when you cum he’ll also choke you (lightly) when he’s about to cum
or he’ll choke you when he wants you to be quiet but that’s only if your at the studio with him or in a hotel room (or literally anywhere backstage) he’ll tell you to shut up as if you could but it’s not your fault he’s fucking you like a mad man
he’ll use cuffs on you (I feel like in this era this is where he uses cuffs and toys and I heard somewhere in a interview James said he liked cuffs but I don’t remember if he said he liked using them on himself or someone else)
he’ll cuff you or himself to the bed and if it’s you he’s thrusting painfully slow into you and you’d whine because your not getting the satisfaction you need
hickeys everywhere your hickey central
he loves them oh so much seeing you marked up by him gets him going
breeding oh my god breeding telling you he’s going to pump his babies into you so your his
he loves to see you coved in his cum
on your face on your tits on your tummy he loves to see it practically painting you in his seed
he’s also definitely improved on after care
he’d clean his cum off of you with a soft warm towel or give you a bath to relax you after such a rough session and than gently kiss you all over and cuddle you tracing weird shapes into your skin
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I ❤️ 1991 James Hetfield