Ngnhh

i was put on this earth as a reminder that you can always be annoyinger and weirderer

sevika putting her cigs out on u pls pls

the acridity scent of sevika's cigarettes fills the bedroom air, still stuffy and foggy with sex and sweat from your previous activities with your girlfriend.

sevika's head rests on your stomach as she smokes, her other free hand resting over your ribs, her thumb rubbing your skin. you had tired eachother out, as usual.

your body was already starting to bruise from her rough hands, marking your skin just how she liked. but maybe that wasn't enough— bruises and bite marks would heal eventually, no matter how hard she went.

she blows her smoke out, her nose brushing against your stomach as she presses a kiss to your navel, twirling her cigarette around between her fingers as she conjures up a plan she knew damn well would piss you off.

you sigh in content, oblivious to what she was planning and sliding your hand through her hair, keeping it out of her face.

sevika brings her cigarette down, kissing another spot on your stomach to distract you before pressing the lit tip of the cig against your skin, twisting it a little.

a yelp of surprise and pain escapes your mouth as a seething, burning pain shoots through you. you squirm away and try escape from it, but her bionic arm presses down on your stomach, holding you in place as she watches your skin burn and sizzle with a sick fascination.

she pulls away after only a few seconds as you start crying in pain. she rolls her eyes, flicking the now stubbed out cigarette onto the bedside table. she leans down and blows cool air on the burn, both soothing it and making it sting.

you hiss and shove her head off you, sitting up and looking down at the burn on your abdomen. "what the fuck?" you whine, tears slipping down your face as you wince.

sevika smirks a little wickedly, sitting up and stretching her arms, her muscles flexing. if you weren't so distraught, youd of probably jumped her bones at the sight.

"god, you're such a damn baby."

She hasn’t responded to you yet because she’s busy being openly pathetic on Tumblr. Give it some time

when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. when all you have is a paintbrush, everything looks like a canvas. when all you have is a cock, everything looks like the exhaust pipe of a 2014 honda civic. so yes, to answer your question, i am stuck. please call the emergency services

I’m fine

i feel like we should be taking advantage of this website in more useful ways like it shouldnt be jarring to anyone when i post my grocery list we literally have a bulleted list function

I'm so ready to move and not tell nobody where I live.

fuck spotify forreal for taking away the little heart icon... i dont want to add songs to my creepy ass collection i want to like them i want to love them

tips for dealing with loneliness

1. make a ton of pinterest boards

2. jack off as much as possible

3.

Montana, USA by Chance Jackson