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All I hear are crickets
I’m just….
SCREAMING
“You will pay for this, Karen.”
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haute couture
why are you sorry
do you ever just feel a deep weight crushing your whole entire existence and you just need to let it go but you don’t know how
That little spot on your belly just under your belly button & just before your penis, yeah I love that little spot
Barn Owl by Canadian Freebird
Pinning a guy against a wall, kissing him and biting his lip, eventually I slowly running my hands down his body and slipping one hand into his pants and rubbing his bulge while I kiss his neck and tell him that I’m going to fuck him until he cums all over himself and screams for me…need
Farewell, perverts
This blog will still be here, but I think ill start taking down my noods myself instead of tumblr deleting them. Thank you all for the messages, reblogs, likes & such. I’ve enjoyed conversing with you. The not safe for werk community has taught me so much self love it’s amazing. I will cherish the growth & confidence that has come from this place forever. If anyone would like to keep in touch, let’s exchange emails or snapchats or numbers or whatever.
❤️take care
Lack of censorship helped me embody self love.
Now that Tumblr is going to end. I want to say, allowing myself to post my naked body was a large part of what helped me love my body, seeing other people post their bodies allowed me to see that bodies really are different, that we are really limited in what human bodies actually look like. It is a sad day for the exploration of self, through a visual medium. Now where can I share my naked body openly, freely and without shame?
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Mother Mushroom and her children (circa 1900) by Polish artist, Edward Okuń (1872-1945).
art by me !
I’m having trouble existing