𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾. 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋. unlabeled. fem. 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗉.
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@twinklefem
𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾. 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋. unlabeled. fem. 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗉.
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anyone who hates olivia rodrigo dies. thats the rule, i heard.
need someone to pleasure themselves with my body, while simultaneously denying me my own. using my thighs to stroke themselves off, while i beg for them to fuck my cunt.
"please. need you. it aches." while i squirm around
"do you think you deserve it, angel? cause i don't."
i have never been able to grasp how there are people with MANY consistent friends. like you hang out with these people (individually) often? i dont have many friends bc that is nearly impossible. my social battery runs out so quickly. i can only be consistent with like 4 people max.
girls dont want boyfriends. they want whatever tf ningning and aeri got going on.
still not over that one stupid bitch i met on here and talked to/flirted with, then finding out she had a girlfriend through her socials, because she was lousy at being sneaky. hope shes having the worst week ever.
yes, i am a virgin. yes, i would definitely be a great lay. it honestly doesn't need to make sense to anyone but me.
and on that note, im gonna start going on my hikes alone cause who has the fucking patience to wait for someone to be available? anywho
and for my essay today i will write about how limerence is the most beautifully toxicological feeling you could ever have and how it consumes you and your every thought
fuck fuck sometimes i feel like nobody will ever understand this shit.
why did i just dm someone who doesnt follow me back to play fn with me. am i that downbad for a duo, what the fuck?
anytime i hear 'heathens', i can't help but imagine the concert tøp did for roblox, when they said "ROBLOX! HANDS UP, HANDS UP. SWAY! SWAY! SWAY!" and i always say it outloud.. can i not be normal?
this scene but with a butch service top.
vent:
why is sexuality so difficult to navigate? this world is so hung up on labels, i feel an underlying perpetual sense of guilt for even saying im unlabeled after thinking i was lesbian for 2 years.
short girls are made to be picked up and fucked
best friends who makeout. best friends who sext. best friends who share kinks unironically. best friends who let eachother spit in their mouth and actually swallow.
sorry
im such a hand slut. i love hands so much. love admiring them, i love when they're around my waist, love when they're bigger than mine, when they push a strand of hair behind my ear, or interlock with my own.
another day waking up on my own, and not by a girl splitting my pussy open with their strap. sigh.