“You’re my girl” is my fav thing. Like yes I am. You’re right. Say it again.

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@byarna
“You’re my girl” is my fav thing. Like yes I am. You’re right. Say it again.
i taste like an angel
I hope you find comfort that we’re under the same sky.
here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of
I got convict, which is weird because my partner is literally in jail right now 💀
*puts flower in your hair* ❀ヽ꒰ ´ ᵕ ` ♡ ꒱ *puts flower in my hair* now we are fairies
the met gala is NOT allowed to do a horror theme until I become famous and can attend
The red flags look green when he’s a long-haired brunette
That trauma feel where you hear something triggering without warning and just immediately feel nauseous
I think, I think one of the worst things about realizing you’ve been abused is the actual realization. Slowly learning what’s normal and what isn’t. Having it smack you in the face that “oh god that wasn’t normal that’s not normal all” and it’s just this horrifying realization
And it gets worse. You remember more trauma. You remember more of the hell they put you through. You wonder how they still think they did nothing wrong?
You doubt. You refuse to doubt. You panic. You become this mess of “is this real” and “I know this is real” and “I don’t want this to be real”
omg. that’s it.
me: i don’t mind being alone also me: *feels abandoned for no reason at all, needs constant reassurance that my presence is wanted, cannot see how anyone would want to be friends with me, is not able to focus on anything because of the intense feeling of imaginary rejection*
Sex is good
Kink is great
Cuddling is awesome
But in the end
I just want to be loved consistently and fiercely
no other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves. love is all about choices. no one is going to be perfect for you, and i think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the whole world, was “made for you” because it isn’t true. no one is made for you, besides you. other people belong to themselves. if you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice
Girls who wear cute underwear specifically for you deserve to be eaten out like they’re your last meal on death row
My hobbies include looking like the most innocent girl while I think about having hardcore sex