Or A Mausoleum *cough* *cough*

My favorite game to play with my friends while showing them new shows is: "Guess which characters (my name) wants to fuck"

When they ghost you after screwing you over. Knowing you know what they did but they’ll never admit to it. Shit destroys me, fucked up part is I still miss them deeply. People can change, I’ll give them another chance.

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

this blog hates donald trump

#not my president

Thinking about cuddling with Father Paul. Whether it's under his soft sheets, at the beach facing the sea, or laying on the grass under the moonlight. Any place is nice as long as you're with him.

The cold wind of Crockett Island is blowing as usual, but he wraps a warm blanket around you and tucks you safely against his chest. His strong arms around your frame, his large hand caressing your head. The thumping of his heartbeat in your ear, reassuring you that he's there, that he's alive and that he hasn't lost his humanity. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the soft sound of his breathing. His lips gently grazing the top of your head, nuzzling, occasionally planting little kisses.

Yes, I think a cuddle from him would fix me.

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

The fact that I called him this and the way he reacted so beautifully ugh 😭😭 but it was when he was INSIDE me. And I’m still not over it. Such a handsome BLUE eyed prince honestly. If only I could let myself fall in love romantically with one. Or anyone in general. *sigh*

A sweet priest with big brown eyes full of tears going down on you, looking up with a mix of guilt, shame and arousal.

In his gaze you see yearning, a desire to be praised, to be called a good boy.

He's still good, right?