Katherine Frances's Blog, page 22
August 17, 2018
just-some-moodboards:
renette name association with tulips for a trans anon
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renette name association with tulips for a trans anon
just-some-moodboards:
renette name association with tulips for a trans anon
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renette name association with tulips for a trans anon
thismightwork:
“As I turned over the last page, a wave of sorrow enveloped me. Where had they all...
“As I turned over the last page, a wave of sorrow enveloped me. Where had they all gone, these people who had seemed so real? To distract myself, I walked out into the night; instinctively, I lit a cigarette. In the dark, the cigarette glowed, like a fire lit by a survivor. But who would see this light, this small dot among infinite stars? I stood awhile in the dark, the cigarette glowing and growing small, each breath patiently destroying me. How small it was, how brief. Brief, brief, but inside me now, which the stars could never be.”— Louise Glück, A Work of Fiction (via theglasschild)
August 16, 2018
ripleybeatsthor:
parthenopaon:
ripleybeatsthor:
One night stand.
We met during the eclipse.
The...
One night stand.We met during the eclipse.
The moon turned to rust and suddenly she was there in a dress the colour of blood orange smoking a cigarette and watching me smoke mine.
I’d held half a dozen hearts before that night. I’d kept the memories of fingers in mouths and secrets in chests and promises made in the heat of passion only for it to burn the moment I saw her.
Those eyes.
Intimacy took on new meaning, new depths, new risks.
I don’t know how her hands ended up in my hair - tugging at the roots, groping for the thoughts inside my head. But at some point she was atop me, possessive and urgent.
She whispered a confession into my mouth and held my jaw open afterwards to watch it disappear down my throat, waiting until she was sure it had gone.
I can’t tell you what she said, can’t tell you what I did, I just know she was gone by the time the eclipse was over.
It has been impossible to forget the taste of her whispers.
I often wake up with them on my lips and tongue, with grit in my hair and dust in my sheets. And when I don’t dream of her, dawn finds a glimpse of galaxies under my pillow.
And I can’t move on.
I don’t want anyone else in my bed.
Yes, please! Your smut will probably melt my phone into glass. ;)
It’s good to have you back, Ripley!
Short, but sweet as always, and this one left me wanting a bit more elaboration on how earth shattering star lady was.
Thanks as always for the support matey! I feel like star lady would give actual merit to orgasms born solely of psychological stimulation! This life-form got game!
Hah - you’re too kind with your melting phone assertion, but I’d give it a good go! One of these days I will get around to seeing if I can capture the erotic tension with actual words describing sex! :)
