aesthetic blog.

yeah, i wanna be treated like a goddess and a slut. it’s called balance

send help, his voice gives me butterflies in my stomach and pussy and ovaries 

in the mood for lazy, sleepy, snuggly sex. both of us cozy under the covers, our hands wandering idly over each other’s bodies as we trade slow kisses. both of us oblivious to the outside world, both of us focused entirely on the other. there’s no urgency, nothing feels frantic or rushed… we’re just taking our time and enjoying the moment together.

i tried to smoke it away, drink it away, but this shit is still here

i couldn’t fix him. but i could fuck him

i will die lonely, won’t i? i can feel it in my chest. i will die painfully alone.