I can't wait to have this elegant motherfucker in the cafe and catching plushies for me
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I can't wait to have this elegant motherfucker in the cafe and catching plushies for me
i wanna FUCK
but like with feelings you get me?
Por brincadeira da vida, o primeiro corte ao ser limpado imprimiu por natural um formato de coração
Por brincadeira minha, registrei.
Não importa o quão triste e sádico possa parecer, sou assim
Tristeza e comédia, nada divina
This is an excerpt from the book I am writing...truths about my life and things I've learned....
"My father abandoned my sister and I when I was just 4 years old, my sister 3. I would sit at the front picture window waiting for him to come back. I would go to my room and just cry…I missed him so much. I buried myself in books. I read everything I could read. I read an entire set of encyclopedias once…A to Z and the bonus book. Reading was my escape from the pain. If it weren’t for the only best friend I ever had in school…nobody would have ever seen me or noticed me. As I write this, the tears are streaming down my cheeks, flowing as the pain in my heart pours out in them. I know you don’t care, and I feel as if I am wasting my time saying this…but I cannot sleep so might as well waste my time anyhow. I really hoped you were different…I’m not seeing any evidence. This lack of evidence leads me back to the feelings of uselessness, unwanted, trash…all too familiar to me. Feelings that I am only good enough when someone needs something from me…or I can give them something for free. This is the torment in my head, my prison. My heart is shattered, the tears falling uncontrollably, and I am stuck in this prison. No reprieve, no time away from the horrible thoughts and feelings, no rest. I keep so much hidden from everyone. I must wear a face of happiness, of care, of whatever they want…all the while screaming “let me out!!!”, “help me!!!”, “will someone just love me?”. No…<my name removed> has to be there for everyone while no one is there for him. NO ONE. I hear people say “IF you need anything…I’m here for you” with empty regards…they say it to make themselves feel better because they said something nice. This is what this world has been reduced to. Then…there are a very rare few like me…who truly mean it…who truly let their actions back their words. We are the loneliest people on this planet because we always put others first. "
sucks to be me most of the time...but the best thing about this is that I have deleted more pages of thoughts and feelings than you will ever have. Writing this book has been therapeutic in ways while in others, life changing. We all face issues, problems, trials. I'm nothing special but I chose to write them down. I have no clue why I am posting this so whatever.
16 & 55 🤪
16. Do you have anyone else’s nudes on your phone right now?
I have my own and some pictures i took first hand of my boyfriend in my camera roll. I also have this old video of me when i was 18 and getting absolutely dicked down by a cock 9 inches long 🤪. As well as saved photos in snapchat of the many men that grace me with their bodies. You included baby 😘
55. If I were tied up in your bed I’d want you to use me like you own me. Invite all your friends and let them take a turn. tag me as a cum dump and breed me deep 😈🤤
what they been giving namjoon recently cuz sir