“You know how much I hate this sweatshirt.”
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Unchained storyteller, chaos incarnate, and curator of the wild. I bite, I roar, I haunt the corners of your mind you didn’t know were empty. Mask on, claws out.
“You know how much I hate this sweatshirt.”
19.02.2026 13:42 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0The press of you against my lower back was unmistakable. A startled gasp slipped from my lips before I could swallow it.
One of your hands slid upward, tracing the curve of my spine, over the back of my neck, to my ear. You nudged the headphones forward just enough to whisper against my skin.
Sleep Token in my headphones made it impossible to hear you come up behind me. My hands were buried in soap suds, dishes half done, lost in the music.
Your hands gripped my hips and pulled me back into you.
Ok so I'm terrible at having multiple socials that don't just auto cross post. I forgot I even made this one. Oops! 😂
11.01.2026 15:52 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0She feels him
in every hollow of her chest
a shadow that burns
a name her bones whisper
and it aches,
aches,
aches.
Ok so I'm here.... Now what?
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