I hate when guys fuck me and theyre healed, gently sliding in and out. Like NO! Fuck me like you been in jail for 8 months, lube me down pop me up and beat my ass like how you thought you were gonna beat your case. #thankyou.
Tbh if I were to win the lottery I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Like I guess to be financially free would is a mind boggling idea for me. I guess the struggle is sooooooo familiar that I guess freedom would be scary?
One passes away, another catches a disease, and one is getting older. Its hard to look forward with positivity with so much going on. 😕
Well what are you gonna do?
What I always do, pretend everything will be fine 🙂 .
A heart break that seems so foreign to me is knowing that ill have to grieve version of me that never happened. I dont want that i wanna know every version of myself.