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showmethe-monet: Emil Nolde. Drifting Heavy Weather Clouds. 1928.
That’s right, eye lids so heavy now. You can’t seem to keep them open any longer. Hearing only my voice. You will obey my voice. So sleepy now. drifting down, so easy to sleep for my voice. So easy to listen to my voice. Hear and obey my voice
love: Drifting Heavy Weather Clouds by Emily Nolde, 1928
Emil Nolde - Drifting heavy-weather clouds.1928
colourthysoul: Emile Nolde - Drifting Heavy Weather Clouds (1928)
sugarand-guilt: c0ssette: Painting details ღ Pink period dresses *heavy breathing*
hypnoswriter: Sleepy. I drift as if on a cloud. My world is my Mistress’s voice. Guiding me through the clouds. Shaping me. Sleepy and heavy. I drift. Listen to her voice with me. Drift with me. Sleepy.
hypnoswriter: Heavy eyelids sinking. You drift deeper. A moment of realization comes and goes like a match light to burn for a moment then to be snuffed out. Floating down. So deeply. Letting go into peaceful obedience.
hypnoswriter: Heavy head. Drifting down. Sinking. The words seemed far away as I sunk to my knees and obeyed. My eyes fluttered and closed. Staying closed this time. Heavy head. Drifting down. Sinking. My head fell forward, feeling as if it weighed a
doubblebubble27: That’s right, eye lids so heavy now. You can’t seem to keep them open any longer. Hearing only my voice. You will obey my voice. So sleepy now. drifting down, so easy to sleep for my voice. So easy to listen to my voice. Hear and
dominant-hypno-master: Stare… Focus… Feel your mind getting fuzzy and heavy… Drifting down and down… Relaxing more and more and more… And Drop. All the way down. Obey. Submit. Horny. Wet. Touch. Orgasm. Mindless. Obedient. Submissive.
necrophiliiac: colourthysoul: Emil Nolde - Drifting heavy-weather clouds (1928) .
——— His person walks back into the small-den after visiting what smells like half the company in the infirmary and flops onto the couch with a heavy sigh. He wanders over and shuffles his head into the underfed male’s lap for a
writingjustforgiggles: ————- His person walks back into the small-den after visiting what smells like half the company in the infirmary and flops onto the couch with a heavy sigh. He wanders over and shuffles his head into the underfed male’s
foggysuggestion:drifting off to sleep. heavy rain on gardens. leaning your head on someone’s shoulder. big blankets. contemplating your life. comfortable silences. gas stations at night. not sharing every detail of your life. staying up late working.
Emile Nolde (1867-1956) Drifting Heavy Weather Clouds 1928
asleepylioness: feels like Spring is still opening me slowly- dreams have come both soft and heavy perhaps that which obscures, also lures- an eclipsed drift, a mercurial blur searching for the secret sparks that make our engines purr… F.o.R. Yes
quiet-dominant: I woke up thinking of you. Looked around and found myself alone. Tempting to call you and chat, but my eyes are still heavy and they drift shut as I type. Thinking if you. In my dreams. In my waking hours. Back to sleep for Master.
