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feels so wrong that itll be 2025 soon. fake year. science fiction year

when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack

i’m a simple girl i see a man with big arms and a kind heart and i get a little stupid

Do my deep rooted issues and trauma make you want me?

Getting eaten out would fix me

every now and then I start reflecting on how much mental illness has fucked up my life and it makes me feel sick, I could have been so much more

i gotta romanticize this silly little life so i don’t romanticize killing my silly little self

it's me and this feeling of emptiness against the world

Forcing eye contact while I fuck you in missionary grabbing your face>>>>

i don't understand how i am supposed to live with this profound sadness. to be honest

“i’m so proud of you” while she’s throbbing on it

sorry for acting batshit crazy I was feeling a little unwanted

Reminding you what a pretty fucktoy you are for daddy as I breed you over and over fucking all my cum deeper into you