Mfhoe

When you’re getting fucked and you’re being loud and they’re like “do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are?” And you’re just like “....yeah”

i don’t complain about my life. i just keep it all to myself, secrets and pent up rage deep inside of me

for someone who complains so much about my life, I sure don't do much to change it (the fear of the unknown paralyzes me).

"you're so pretty. you're so fucking pretty."

praising you while you cum

i didn’t mf know i had social anxiety tf

you know it’s really bad when you’re tired all of the time and dread the thought of not wanting to go to work but you’ll still have to go to work

you know it's really bad when you don't even want to listen to music

constantly horny women who blush easily suffer beyond most ppl’s imagination

this is something i’ve always thought about

god i'm so tired of everybody's bad faith interpretations of everything. where's the trust. where's the forgiveness. where's the understanding that most things are complex and most people have many layers. and like the black eyed peas once said. where is the love