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sighhhh gas mask with reflective lenses. turn around and you see me, black leather gloves, gas mask, and silence. i keep coming towards you, the mask completely hiding any expressions. then rip your clothes off and finger fuck your cunt while my heavy breathing makes the lenses fog up

you should crush my wrists with your combat boots.

I love intelligent girls. Girls who read too much, think too much, analyze every little feeling like it’s a thesis. It makes it so much hotter when all of that disappears the second they’re being used properly, mouth open, eyes empty, suddenly too dumb to remember what they were pretending to be.

Some girls want flowers. Some want bruises shaped like your hands.

i want him to take advantage of me after i’ve had a few drinks, ignoring my giggly protests and pounding my drunk little cunt until i’m just a whimpering mess