Ᵽɍɇŧŧɏ Ᵽᵾᵽ ɃłȺnꝗᵾɨŧø

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ i really, really love the idea of casually leaning on a surface with my man behind me and moving my hips back and forth to rub teasingly on him. even in public. acting innocent like idk why he’s getting worked up 🤭 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

“But you survived” I disassociate, like a lot. My heart drops when someone raises their voice. I shut down very easily. And I'm far too observant. I always feel like a burden. I isolate often. But yeah, sure, I guess I survived.

im gonna actually cry not being eaten out before makes me feel ugly now ugh high ruined goodnight my stars

there's this belief buried deep inside me that i can't date anyone until i've become the absolute best version of myself. first i need the career. then the body. then the confidence. then the life plan. and only after all that, i'm finally allowed to be loved.

Anytime I’m dolled up I’m like there’s no way I’m real

Bitch really tasted my period blood off my bd dick in his gma house that thanksgiving & ain’t stop obsessing over me since. 🤣🤣🤣 that REAL Creole blood hit different huh ? 🩸 ⚜️

me out of nowhere, in front of the mirror in my room