lover girl

confused about life , I like coffee n Joel miller (dilfs in general

[texaschainsawmascara]

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I miss my husband

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Pov: Traveling with your best friend Sarah Miller for summer !! You can't help but enjoy the view.. (not talking about the beach hehe)

No outbreak

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He's like your best friend's cool uncle who drives you guys around town to go to parties (have I mentioned how I DESPERATELY need HIM (inside me) ????)

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Poor Joel trying to help you study (he is as lost as you but trying) (using this as motivation to get through organic chemistry

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Jackson's afternoons with Tommy Miller

(I need Gabriel Luna SO bad I'm shaking n crying it's not FAIR)

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Lazy morning with Joel Miller

(can't stop thinking about him pulling you closer to cuddle in bed and nuzzling your neck while he mumbles something about staying in bed in your ear- IM FERAL !&#^#^!*&@&

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Pov: your camera roll if Joel Miller was your boyfriend

[allconsuminglovergirl]

Feel me, caress me, touch me, grab me, scratch me, bite me, kick me, punch me, cut me, tie me, choke me, hurt me.

Just don't ignore me. Please?

[allconsuminglovergirl]

I know how many people say they are into "cannibalism as a metaphor for love" but are they? Do they want to consume their loved ones? To kiss, lick, smell every part of their body? To taste the tears, the sweat, the blood, to adore and worship blindly? I need to mark and be marked, touch and be touched, to be assured that we are meant to each other in such a deep way that kissing is not enough, cuddling is not enough, I need to sleep inside of them, know what they think, how they see the world, I need to be them. The need to eat.

[allconsuminglovergirl]

"i confuse instinct for desire isn't bite also touch " ?

Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem

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Maybe life will be easier when I accept the fact that maybe I was not sent to earth to be loved, to be the first option, to be the one people miss when not around, maybe my purpose is to love, to make others feel adored, and I'm able to do that, to give my heart and affection to others so sweetly and in such a caring way..because I would never wish the feeling of being unwanted to anyone.