first thing when i wake up, i think about 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
right before i fall asleep, i think about 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
whenever i have a free moment during the day, i think about 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
i am a woman possessed
i find it interesting how people on the outside describe my behavior towards my mother as “disrespectful” or “uncalled for” but today i talked to her for the first time in MONTHS because i knew that no one else was going to call her even though her mom died today.
I hope he ties my two legs together, stuffs me with his cock, like I'm an empty Thanksgiving turkey, fills me with his semen, sprinkles some salt on my tits, then puts me in the oven, watching me roast
until the windows start fogging up and the bed breaks and crashes through the floor and creates a giant crater and starts shifting tectonic plates and then we become pangea again