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Frank Ocean - Blog Posts
thank you to whatever man broke frank ocean’s heart and caused him to make ‘blonde’ 😭
“has the question become darker than the answer? baby, i’ve got news.””
miele / music savant in the making / wannabe movie analyst / vocabulary warrior / baker / writer / deplorable yapper / forest green's #1 fan / caribbean american / this is also me / average ankh enthusiast / on the lobotomy waitlist / i am dissolving as we speak
made new song becuse why not
Here song that i think you like
#lofi
Yo imma keep it real with y’all, I get zero followers absolutely zero play!
When you make music to cry to like Frank ocean, Sufjan Stevens and Mac Miller but you’re too busy crying yourself to market said music
i physically can’t live without my airpods.. i need tyler, frank ocean, and lana del rey
back in my tumblr girl era
plssss be moots if you likeeee
gta v
Frank Ocean
cats
bb/bcs
rick and morty
(also I’m 14 no weird stuff pls 💀)
ahhh i love em😭
my holy trinity
For my sad peers 🚬✨
ੈ✩‧₊˚About me🦢
lilly- she/her, virgo. proudly delusional.
❀i love the sound of rain, the colour blue, shopping, the 90s and 80s, music, fashion, anything vintage, subliminals, diet coke, autumn, pinterest, piercings, ralph lauren, lip liner, perfumes, thrifting, leopard print, reading, old money, jewellery, and travelling.
❀my fav musicians are frank ocean, sza, brent faiyaz, rihanna, childish gambino, partynextdoor, tyler, the creator, bryson tiller, lana del rey, chris brown, the weeknd, chase atlantic, the smiths, and arctic monkeys.
❀my fav movies are stand by me, the lost boys, the goonies, pretty woman, dirty dancing, coraline, harry potter, twilight, dead poets society, devil wears prada and forrest gump.
❀”i’m in the prime of my youth and i’ll only be young once!” “yeah but you’re gonna be stupid for the rest of your life”
i roblog random things i relate to or like.
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❀My pinterest:
And all of a sudden a wave of nostalgia hit me
THE UPLIFT SERIES
A positive playlist series curated for whichever phase in your self-love journey you might be going through.
The Uplift I: Loneliness Let these songs be your reminder that even times of loneliness don’t last forever.
The Uplift II: Insecurity When you’re feeling a little insecure and could use some reassurance that everything will, as a matter of fact, be okay.
The Uplift III: Perseverance You might be facing some difficulties, but does that mean you’ll throw in the towel and give up?
The Uplift IV: Growth That feeling when you realise that you’ve come out stronger after a difficult and challenging situation.
The Uplift V: Confidence Are you ready to take on the world?
white sand, waves splashing, wind blowing
for a moment i got lost in the ocean’s ethereal beauty and i envied the moon for being able to see it everyday, i lingered in that state of serenity as the moon vowed its love for the ocean wishing i could do the same to you but i knew better than to break my own fragile heart like that as unfortunately the feelings aren’t reciprocal
— my heart
One day, i'll have my room look like this ... one day
i always ensure my room is as insane as possible
Mind over matter is magic
I do magic
If you think about it it'll be over in no time
And that's life
I'm sure we're taller in another dimension
You say we're small and not worth the mention
You're tired of movin', your body's achin'
We could vacay, there's places to go
Clearly this isn't all that there is
Can't take what's been given
But we're so okay here, we're doing fine
Primal and naked
You dream of walls that hold us imprisoned
It's just a skull, least that's what they call it
And we're free to roam
those poor unamerican girls | b.eilish
billie eilish x fem!reader
context. your religious parents aren’t happy about your illicit relationship with billie.
warnings. smut, praise, tiny bit angst but not rlly, slight age gap but it’s not really mentioned.
!religion not specified as this is not meant to offend anyone or their beliefs!
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the tattoo that littered her left hand had turned a purple-ish blue. she’d gotten it at the start of the summer, marking the beginning of your relationship. did you get one too? no, your parents would kick you out. this however, would be nothing compared to the scrutiny you’d endure if they found out about her. your teenage wife, the subject of your romantic daydreams.
“my pretty girl.” billie whispered in your ear, startling you slightly, mindful of her volume so as not to disturb your parents. she'd just climbed in through the window of your bedroom.
"billie." a sigh of relief as she took you in her arms. you'd been flooded with schoolwork, and hadn't been able to see her all week.
"what are you doing here?" you asked, as she hadn't warned you of her visit.
"I wanted to see my pretty woman." she smiled, her words coaxing you into leaning in for a kiss, as the wind from your open window stole your hair, providing a slight breeze as the palm trees in your peripheral swayed in rhythm. her hands tightened around your waist, as she kissed you forcefully, simultaneously moving for the bed.
"baby, my parents are home." she whined when you broke the kiss. the daylight falling quickly, stealing away the sunset.
"I know." she said simply, in response to your previous statement. leaning in to pepper your lips.
"billie." you called, laughing quietly.
"you'll just have to stay quiet." she whispered into your neck, breathing in your scent and grazing her teeth against your skin.
"bils, you have to stop." your breaths picked up in attempt to comfort your raging desires. she wasn't helping the situation when she gripped your ass and sucked the skin below your jaw.
"billie." you were drifting away from a whisper, no longer able to keep up the restraint. she pulled on your top and you helped her take it off, all rational thoughts having disappeared. you were so in love.
"mm?" she unhooked your bra before pushing you onto the bed, swiftly moving on top of you. her tongue found your nipple in an instant and you were fisting the sheets in the hopes of remaining silent. she moved away from your tits, and brought her lips back to yours instead. strands of her hair fell down, tickling your face as you kissed her.
“my teenage wife.” her words were soft and caring as she handled your face gently, rocking her body against yours, painfully slowly.
“billie, please.” you squirmed beneath her touch, engrossed completely by her.
“you’re killing me, babe.” she commented, as she gripped your hips holding them in place. she fiddled with the zip of your jeans and pulled them down quickly. it was getting harder and harder to stay quiet. and when her breath fanned over your pussy, you almost lost it completely.
“god, you’re so wet.” the irony of the comment was clear, god wouldn’t forgive you for your sins, not when you commit them so willingly.
“billie, just do something.” her breath on your heat was driving you wild. but soon, her tongue took residence on your clit, nipping at it. you covered your mouth with your hand, muffling the sounds you couldn’t prevent from escaping. your other hand, found itself knotted in her hair, when you felt her fingers graze your entrance. she groaned when you pulled harshly, and she dipped her fingers into your hole.
“fuck, billie.” she lapped up your juices, her fingers pumping inside of you as your thighs squeezed your head.
“shh, you’ve got to stay quiet, beautiful.” her other hand reached for yours which had briefly left her hair, and she locked fingers with you, squeezing your hand.
“fuck, i-i’m tryingg.” her thumb started toying with your clit as she moved her body up your own, kissing your skin until she reached your lips. her tongue slid into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on her. your body arched into her, pushing her fingers deeper until you were unraveling on her.
“that’s it, my girl. make a mess of my fingers. she swallowed your moan with her mouth and pulled her fingers out of you. when her lips left yours she replaced them with her fingers, urging you to let them in.
“billie.” she kissed your nose before slumping besides you, caressing your hair as you put your ear to her chest.
you’d signed your name in pen, mrs. eilish. a decision you’d soon be asked to take back. but how could you? how could you give up on her?
“i’ve had a hell of a summer.” she sighed, the sound of her heartbeat fading as she pulled away from you.
“but i have to go.” emotion seeped from the knot in her eyebrows as she got up from your bed. you moved to rest where she’d been laying, feeling the warmth encompassing your body.
“when will i see you again?” she took a moment to think, knowing she didn’t have an answer. the both of you had lives to get back to. reality.
“soon. i promise.” she blew you a kiss and climbed out your window. and it felt like an American divorce.
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