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original from @/pearlieee on yt and tiktok
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my new mantra.
Reblogged petercushingscheekbones
david tennant could play a fork and i’d still be on the floor whispering “he’s so layered.” like yeah king stab me with your emotional range. impale me with your anguish. i saw you blink weird and now i’m writing a 30k character study about it
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I don’t wanna be used for my body
I don’t want to be with a creep
I don’t want to be called "slut"
I don’t want to be treated like a little slutty girl
I am not a little toy girl
I don’t want an old creep
I want a loving and caring men
I want to feel safe
I want to be loved
I want to laugh
I want to be called "baby" or "princess"
I want love
Reblogged sonnet18s
A man is told he can have his dream dinner with as many people as he wants, living or dead, and he just chooses his wife. Because he doesn't want to have dinner with anyone else.
Sometimes, I think about his hands—steady, knowing, a little rough from years of living. The way they’d trace my skin like I was something precious, something worth savoring. He’d speak in a voice softened by time, calling me "darling" like it was second nature. And I’d melt, undone by the weight of experience, by the quiet, certain way he loves.
I want an older man, not for what he can offer in the bedroom, but for the quiet wisdom in his eyes, the way his presence fills a room without needing to say much. I crave the comfort of knowing he’s seen life in ways I haven’t yet, and the steady warmth of a love that’s grown through time. Maybe I’m just looking for something deeper than desire, something that feels like it’s already lived, even though I haven’t. I just want someone who knows how to be—just like me, still learning to be.