Priscilla Rachel @timelesstransport - Tumblr Blog

My boyfriend doesn't appreciate my sacred slut. there is something magical about being submissive And desired

I remain untamed if you ever think about me. You deserve love. You are worthy. In the moments of stillness and quiet I fall into The moments of bliss. Knowing they will leave me brings a single tear to my eye. I love to love. I dance with the devil becuase I know he serves the light. Becuase even the darkness serves the light. So my horns will show no matter what as I lay supple and sweet for you to eat. you can try to pretend they aren't there. But I will not go with out reminding you. How weak I feel at the mercy

So I’ve realized that I’m very deeply attracted physically to dark Hispanic men. Like I realize my body has a type that gets me going like no other. I seriously em not really attracted to white people at all physically. Interesting. Chemistry.

Twerk for jesus

Our spirits dance together some nights. I meet you in my dreams. Maybe I’m just crazy. My mind a little hazy. There’s no amount of alcohol or drugs to make this feeling go away. Lay down next to my loneliness. I choose to hold myself rather than a stranger who can be of no help. Close my legs and stop fighting the tears letting it all go. How will I ever open up again?

I haven’t slept with a guy that don’t nut in 30 seconds in awhile. WTF UNIVERSE. In the past 2 1/2 years I’ve been with 3 guys and they all can’t keep up. So annoying

My dreams slowly come true and I manifest what it is that I desire. Yet in quiet moments I still feel blue and thoughts creep in if you. I’m learning to not be impulsive and try to ease my pain. I’m human still and I make mistakes. I open up the can of worms and my emotions heighten. I feel abandon and alone. Aching to be touched in a certain way. But those pleasures only last for so long...until they are gone and then you have your hole in your heart left still open.

Day by day I learn to take care of my own. How to need no one, but still enjoy the company of others with out codependency.

My heart breaks if I spend to much time in the darkness. I must allow myself to rest. Put down my armor. Touch myself. Love myself. Nurture myself.

I go back and forth, do I really even want to be in love? What the fuck is love anyways?

All I’m realizing is I’m talented at attracting emotionally unavailable men. I’m emotionally unavaiblable too I suppose. I’m scared to be open myself up. I’m scared I’m to much for others. To intense and passionate.