aimless existence

33,M, Straight, love girls with problematic hearts that need extra care and attention🩺🫀🫦

[tetitasdelimon]

top 5 horror movies

-having a job

-not having a job

-applying for jobs

-the job market

-the concept of working my whole life

[longseasons]

Hey, hey, breathe... Look at me.... This is all your fault, okay?

[sanguine-vessel]

In honor of making 500 friends here..

I did a boudoir photoshoot a few weeks ago and figured I’d share a little of it. I’m obsessed with my pics and figured some of you might be too 😜

The only one who gets to touch is @hbfetaddictd though. Plz don’t be a creep 🔒🗝️

[hbfetaddictd]

💘

[sanguine-vessel]

Always ready for you, my love 💋🥰

— @hbfetaddictd

[hbfetaddictd]

I dont know why i even look at my blog feed anymore.

[bignattybear2]

[papillary]

[hbfetaddictd]

Since this is what you guys have all been clamoring for, here's the ecg from what i did to @sanguine-vessel 's 🫀 last weekend....

[purplehazegt]

[disgustinggf]

[hotheartgirl]

1400 followers!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

You make me so emotional ❤️

Ps. Happy easter!

~strawberry heart🍓~

[disgustinggf]

[weneedtobagherdoctor]

OPandER: LiaTaylor PostbirthCA

[prismgenixz70]

New content, as I promised! I used my strap to hold my mic / steth head in place. Did a few breath holds! ❤

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[alexsa28]

[m2mproduction]

The ambulance rocks with every turn, a constant vibration running through the stretcher, through her body, into his hands

Hands centered on her chest, one over the other, fingers interlaced. Arms locked. Shoulders directly above his wrists. He takes a breath. Then he starts.

The chest compresses under his weight, firm but controlled.

The rhythm settles quickly—steady, mechanical. Each compression is identical to the last. Depth consistent. Pace unwavering. His body moves as one unit—core, shoulders, arms—driving straight through the center of the chest and releasing just enough to allow it to rise again.

“Stay with me…”

It’s barely audible, lost between breaths and motion.

Her body responds only in the way physics allows—the chest giving under pressure, rising again, passive, dependent on his force. No resistance. No help.

Sweat gathers at his temple, but he doesn’t slow. He can’t.

The monitor beside them continues its uncertain rhythm, but he doesn’t look at it. Not yet. His focus stays exactly where his hands are—where life should be.

Time fractures into repetitions. There is no past, no future. Only the next compression.

[gennysuga]

[hbfetaddictd]

@sanguine-vessel and me be like ....