#to jake

[systemshoutouts]

Thank you to Jake and Maritus who have been keeping me safe for so long. I know me knowing about y'all was recent, but I'm just. So happy to know who you are. And thank you to Kylo who finally took the initiative to introduce us (unofficially)

-Donni 🌺

[pointlessnow]

I’m not emotional, and I hate that I just agreed with you that I was. In an attempt to reason with you, and get you to stay, I lied. I’m not emotional. With you, I am, but as a general statement you couldn’t be more wrong.

[wickedlittlechaos]

If you cannot give me the orgasm I need, then we aren't having sex tonight. I don't have the patience for trial and error right now, I need you to fuck me like it's the last time you'll ever have sex. I want powerful orgasms, not just enjoyment. The lust is there, just no intimacy and passion. I can't handle that, not right now.

[studio-kiki]

I will always keep a place for you in the softest part of myself. In a room with a view- I'll leave a flower on the nightstand to let you know that you will never be a stranger here.

[marley-chasing-pavements-blog]

To Jake

Just wanted to let you know again how absolutely wonderful you are. Seeing you dance on that stage took my breath away. Not like I've had it too often over the past six years, with you around. Anyway, I guess I'm still kind of clueless. I know you aren't super into flowers, so I made you some coupons instead. These coupons include but are not limited to magnificent deals on: Sexytime, massages, sexytime massages, regular food, dessert food, and chore swaps. 

There are also a few blank ones so you can get creative :)

                                                     Love, Marley. 

[authorness-blog]

I'm Not Sad

The days of Summer have gone with the steady drip that they always do and still I am thinking of him.

It is all beautiful; even the way you think of her and the letters you don't write for her but you still send.

And I'm writing poems just for you which is something like a rare jewel because he taught me how to write poetry

with his guitar playing hands. I want you to write songs on me and then turn them into tattoos make them something beautiful.

You're not an artist, and honestly, neither am I.

I still think of you when the water touches my skin and it makes me shiver.

I'm just fading away into what I could have been but I am still not anything.

[insaneuniqueandsimplyme-blog]

I have a question for you that I'm sure I'll forget to ask by the time you read this,

When you stalk my blog, is it easy to tell when I'm sleep deprived?