dark-strangers-art: Every person that comes into our life … comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
What a delight if I can teach you and learn from you (and vice versa)
welcome to subvoidd, a kinky, bdsm, nsfw blog I flee to when I'm frustrated with the aesthetics of porn
dark-strangers-art: Every person that comes into our life … comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
What a delight if I can teach you and learn from you (and vice versa)
darkange11: I said that hurts but I didn’t say stop…
cataleiya: Your opinion of me is a fan theory

73-1: For you, anything.

emptysoulsx: Every atom in my body is longing to you.

unconditionedconsciousness: When your heart is genuinely shattered, raw, broken, when a deep and ancient sense of shame is suddenly alive in your belly, chest and throat, when you feel lost and lonely and far from home, when you’ve lost something that’s precious to you, when you’re hurting badly and in need of love and validation, and you talk to a spiritual person, a spiritual student, a teacher, a healer, a guru, an ‘expert’ of any kind, and they tell you that you’re playing the victim, that you’re lost in your ego, that you should be invulnerable to the slings and arrows of the world by now, that your vibration is way too low, that you should immediately ‘get off it’ or ‘let go’ or ‘release’ your pain, that you “attracted” all of this through faulty living, that you’re being weak and unevolved and ignorant, that your suffering is illusory and unreal, that pure awareness never suffers so you must be stuck in the separate self, then please, friends, use these very special, enlightened, magical spiritual healing words of profound self-love and protection, and walk the hell away: ✨✨”FUCK OFF”✨✨ Namaste, Jeff Foster

lookimfree-finaly-deactivated20: Of course I can do it alone. I always do.
I wish, just for fucking ONCE, that someone would tell me exactly what the fuck I did wrong so I can work on changing it instead of leaving me to guess
zz-shi: I would have followed you anywhere. Into fire, into ruin, into the end of the world. -Cassandra Clare
talking-to-the-sun: all i ever wanted was for you to truly enjoy being around me.
cia-o: nothing about you was temporary to me
perfectfeelings: “I want to inspire people. One day I hope someone looks at me and says “because of you, I didn’t give up.””
— Unknown
thepiperatthegatesofdawn1967: at least the colour green exists



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i fucking love the thought of licking someone’s ticklish feet so much…foot worship can be a bit ticklish for some as it is, but some people absolutely lose their minds if they even think you’re gonna lick their feet and that’s so hot
sleepykirb: If you laugh really hard at something, I am instantly thinking about what it would be like to tickle you, you did this to yourself darling
silenced-ghost: pinning you down on the front lawn and fucking you so hard you start desperately digging your fingers into the dirt… call that touching grass

letzternachtzug: Dita Von Teese photographed for Blender Magazine | 2007
silverlers: “That looks like it tickles a lotttt.” “God your laugh is so addicting.” “You’re so sensitive.” “How are you this ticklish?” “You’re so cute when you beg.” “Oh? Is this a bad spot?” “You’re getting so turned on…”
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oh to be evil together






deviantdms: Shh… We don’t want another noise complaint, do we?



randomnotebookthoughts: I am truly a giggler. A laugher. A chuckler. Just somewhere in the background snickering.
8nin: i have a disease called “obsessed with hands” and it’s called horny. and it’s terminal
roshijordan: adulthood is realising no one cares about you and the show must go on


mrsterlingeverything: Lets just take our armor off and see what happens
mcazratsam: Everything is a sign if you’re crazy enough
dreamyydaisy: the feminine urge to be restrained and teased until you can no longer think or form coherent sentences


pullmyhairnfuckmyface: I’ll just leave this here…
lord-of-geeks-and-subs: “Ahw you are passing out darling? You think that’s going to make me stop? No ofcourse not! Go on. Pass the fuck out for me. I’ll continue using your body as my ragdoll-fucktoy. Go on. Pass. Out. You’ll wake up ruined and full of cum.”