Roberto Ferri, L’Amore La Morte E Il Sogno, 2017, detail
You should absolutely take more church pictures so I can imagine railing your pretty little brains out in the back of the church and knocking you up while we hear the church choir sing
~🐂
it’s more like a praise band lol but fuck yes please do this. it’s a small church but there are little rooms you can go into.
does your “back hurt” more on your period than normal❓
one thing i’m not wrong about is those perfect breast 🩷
thanks for the comment about my breasts, but i’m curious: do u have a thing for periods?
A romantic girl with Dark fantasies is back. Welcome back to the fantasy land, princess
hiiii i’m back. i recently deleted my old blog for personal reasons i won’t go into, but i’m back!!! yay!!!💗💗💗
horny for some nasty sex and good conversation
I’m a amani mother of five children, and I carry this burden alone.
Not just because they are young—
but because the war has stolen everything from us:
our home, our work, our safety, even the right to choose.💔
We live in fear, surrounded by destruction,
in a world that no longer resembles anything familiar.
I'm not just tired—
it's as if the war has settled in my bones.
It eats away at my heart, quietly, every day, every moment.
My children don’t know what childhood feels like.😭💔
All they know is the sound of drones and bombs.
We eat less than the body needs.
We drink water that tastes of rust and dust.
There is no medicine.
Electricity is a rare visitor.
And the sky? It rains fire and terror.
Safety? That’s a word from the past.
They ask me questions I can’t answer:
"Will we survive?"
From the depths of my heart.thank you to the fifteen people who have donated for my children.
and to anyone who has shared the link.
In two years, I’ve only raised 1% of our goal.My voice hasn't reached far. It hasn’t been heard by the one who could help.
But this number isn’t just money.
It’s life.
It’s medicine for my sick child.
It’s food on a cold day.
It’s a blanket for shivering bodies.
It’s hope beneath the rubble.
Please—don’t scroll past. Don’t turn off your light.
We are still here.The war in Gaza is still here.
And we still believe that someone will see us.
That someone will reach out.
Let that someone be you.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #573)✅️
Thank you❤️🩹🙏
need a dom who clamps my nipples and my clit, and fucks my ass while i whine and beg for them to be taken off 😵💫
Is it bad I want to be passed around? To be spitroasted over and over again, all tied up and helpless to whoever wants a turn, unable to stop them from doing whatever they want to me
i talk a lot about sex on this blog but idk i feel like a non-misogynistic version of an incel sometimes. like i don’t hate anyone but myself for why i don’t get laid. i feel like this is a safe space to express those feelings since it’s my blog.
Carrie (1976)