Building perceptions is something very different to the raw self. Having good intentions should be enough. How can it be when they dont amount to anything. People see only the action that we take and base their assumptions on your personality through this. It can then effect everything we do and how we feel about ourselves.
We ourselves live blindly to how people see us. perceptions of ourselves are created based on our own internal thought process and the feedback we receive. Whether genuine or not it forms our being. I think people tend to alter behaviour based on what other think of us. We feel shame, embarrassment, pride, fear all as a reactionary effect to feedback.
So how do we create the image that truely reflects who we are and why does it really matter. Whether you as a person value the opinions of others and how can projection of thought attract the life that we have always wanted.
Sleeping soundlessly however still restless and needy. Face in the pillow burning with desire. Just take me she screams silently. I need to be full.. full and content and inspired by your passion for me. Why do you lay there, nothing on your mind. While I have such heat in my chest and between my thighs.
My fantasy repeats over and over, how I sleep deeply and wake to feel your throbbing cock already inside me…in my stomach. And we lay like this no movement, just as two pieces have been matched you have took me. You want me. Now. I start to push my pussy up and down, round and round, it warms you from base to tip and drips with my wetness from how much of you is pushed inside.
Your hands so large so warm tied to my body as you control your own heat. Your fire. You want to cum in me so badly, you want that release but not yet. I pull away teasing you as I push down and pull away at the last second. Seeing you needy for a change satisfies me enough. I control my needs as I do yours baby. Your time will cum.
Never a moment
Written in code
Heart full of smoke
Blackness filling the void
Cold through my bones
Consumed by dread and fear
Freedom from my chains
To fly above the darkness
Watch it wallow
And never return
It starts with wide wonderful eyes, full of expectation behind those first cries.
Each year older, feelings turn colder.
What once was innocence is seen only in the distance, leaving us with resistance.
Then we are found unconcenting and numb. With the goal of survival, when all is said and done.
But I have a plan… that doesn’t involve a man.
And I will take it when I can, to be free. Truely and completely with just me.
I say to myself every night that I must get at least eight hours sleep. Go to bed earlier. Don’t be tempted by my phone. But here I am again, on my phone at half past 12 midnight. The reason for this I am highly conscious of, yet I make no effort to tackle the issue.
Every day for me is a challenge. How much can I cram in. Work, Hobbies, Education, Family, Friends. Today consisted of practicing piano, speaking French, revising for exams, yoga, remembering to eat 3 meals, drink lots of water….. ect. How exhausting!
It is the fear of missing something, the fear of not being worthy and the fear of not achieving all we can before we leave this earth that is what drives us to take part in these crazy schedules. Well, the moral of the story is that we can’t do it all. We need to be comfortable with how we prioritise our time and recognise that we are not superhuman. Take pride in the little things, like being with family even if there are so many other things on your to do list. What would you rather say on your death bed? I’m glad I got that promotion or I’m glad I have a family that cherishes me. I know what I would choose.
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