The different one

Christopher Michael. Fuck around and find out I was the different one until I found my life partner; Selena Rose. You’re my baby forever. She’s amazing. And now I’m just a horny drunk mess who takes care of her and loves her hard.

[christopher-michael93-blog]

I just don’t fucking know anymore, I’ve got everything I could ever want in the woman of my dreams, my fiancé, a family on my mind. I always find a way to fuck things up and I end up hating my fucking self. I’m 33,000$ in debt, I’m 100%broke, can’t find a job to save my life, my parents fucking hate my guts, my two previous daughters are next to non existent at this point and no matter what the fuck I do I can’t fucking make anyone happy. I’m so fucking sick of feeling like this. I’m not sleeping, I’m not eating, I have no way of relieving stress, my car broke down, my Xbox data is gone my dog needs to go to the vet and I can’t take him with no money and no car. My fiancé is stressed out to the max because I’m not doing nearly enough for her. I can’t even breathe without feeling like my heart and lungs are literally going to explode inside my chest and it’s not a fun feeling. I’m so fucking happy with my fiancé but I just can’t get shit right. I’m just fucking destined for a wooden box and it can’t come fast enough.

[saccharine-bunny]

having someone play with your clit until you become a brainless drooling slut for them >>>>>>>

[jerry-loves-you]

Want a shy gf that acts innocent in front of everyone n wants me to go absolutely feral in the bedroom begging for me to go rough and deep whispering needy things in my ears when I'm inside her making me shut her mouth n choke her to the oblivion going nasty n breeding her shooting my load inside her as she begs me to do so

[ashstfu]

before spotify wrapped comes out, y’all gotta realize that i went through approximately 20 personality changes and am not responsible for whatever song i looped for seven hours

[firstfullmoon]

Matthew Dickman, from “Montpelier” [ID in ALT]

[littlesub33]

Things to say to make me weak in the knees:

“Say please”

“Good girl”

“On your knees”

“Open for daddy”

“Excuse me?”

“Say that again?”

“It hurts? Good”

“You can take it”

“Awh, you’re so pathetic”

“Say it louder”

“What was that?”

“Baby”

“Look at me”

The list is endless.

[remanence-of-love]

[lapiz-nomada]

[polaroid-ofyou]

when you go to look at them and they are already looking at you>>>>>>

[nothingbutloveforyou]

someone who can’t help but smile as soon as they see you

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[free-my-mindd]

[at14]

Your future needs you, your past doesn’t

[9710144]

[diamondthedime-deactivated20250]

Social media has became the foundation of our society and that comes with pros and cons, and we shall talk con’s.

Evil eye is real. It’s not even directly doing black magic or speaking ill, just the shift of energy alone is enough to shield what you value.

Face the reality: a lot of your peers won’t touch the success you’re going to. Sometimes it won’t come immediately, it’ll come on Valentine’s Day when their raggedy boyfriend only gifted them with chocolate and humps 4 years in a row, while within those four years your man got you a car, keys to multiple homes, including his and a ring, along with plenty of other gifts. That’s when it kicks in.

When you are excelling in your career field (and keep posting updates on Facebook or IG, even close friends) and your friends are still in their crappy job that they can’t advance in. That’s when it kicks in.

The girl in your social circle who life slowed down after having a baby and getting married real young, seeing you travel cross the world. Thrive in life. Excelling in once of a lifetime opportunities. That’s when it kicks in.

Your success can create hate. Proceed with caution.

Even your own family, but that’s a different story for a different time.

Envy is developed. Envy is built. Envy can be invited silently and subconsciously.

Mystery is powerful. Be careful, that’s all

$TufaniTalks

[thealfaguy]

I guess sex is pointless if you can't have a dope conversation afterwards while laying naked and eating snacks

[feral-ballad]

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “You are on the floor crying”