What If We Were Tussling And Roughhousing And It Suddenly Got More Intense. What If We Went Harder And

i cannot stop thinking about roughhousing. i want tickling and laughing that turns into wrestling that gets a little more serious and heated, until one of us is pinned down, both breathing hard and making out and thighs pressed in between each others legs and hickeys and bite marks all over and trying so hard not to be the one that cums first and failing, ending up getting fucked hard by the winner until you’re so drunk on all your orgasms you couldn’t fight back if you tried

I made a free Valentine's Day card you can print and fold to give to a loved one!!!🐈♥️💌

(link here!)

I’m sorry I’m not good enough

I’m sorry I’m a failure

I’m sorry I will never be anyone

I’m sorry I’m not worth it

I wish I was never born

splitting is just

no one will ever get to know me like you. you never even knew me at all. i don’t want to see you again. i miss you more than you’d understand. let me give you everything you need. why do you only take from me? i wish we could go back to how we were. it didn’t mean anything to me. you’re my world. i fucking hate you. maybe i’ve been the problem. all you do is fucking tear me apart. the distance has been hard on me. i’m thriving without you here. i know you always care. you don’t even think of me.

trying to empathize w/ your mom and understanding the hardships she went through and how much she loved you

vs.

remembering

"So you're a people pleaser? Let's flip this around. You're a person too. Please yourself."

Actual quote from my coworker today. And man did that hurt.

omg maybe life is worth living [i had a decent day] —> i cannot be saved [the slightest inconvenience occurs] —> i am a fucking god and everyone loves me [someone laughed at my joke] —> i am going to kill myself [i feel a little bit unwanted because of someone’s reaction]

and this shit just goes on and on and NEVER stops