vivi

i know u all follow me for slutty text posts… but this is my page at the end of the day— so here’s a small life update !

his hand clasped against my mouth.. breathing through barely open fingers.

am i sick for getting off on his words?

he wouldn’t do it if i didn’t ask for more.

you all believe i lack self respect . that the reason i pull my skirt down for him is because i hate who am.

it’s not true— i love myself. from my eyelashes to my boots there’s not a thing i would change.

in the worst way.. in his eyes.. and for the first time

i’m perfect.

but he doesn’t tell you to stop, does he?

two things can be true at once.