Random Ramblings

“you’re so sensitive” i was born with a poet’s soul. bitch

something so special about building a home that is your own, that you can decorate how you please, fill with your energy, make it safe and warm and inviting, take care of it and take pride in it. very very blessed

lesbian sex that looks like a big cartoon ball of dust with the occasional leg sticking out and i crawl out of it covered in lipstick kisses and get swiftly dragged back in

let me lay next to you and count your lashes. i want to memorize every inch of you. i want to know you better than my own skin.

Would love to have a pretty girl spread open on my kitchen table when I get home from work, just ready to be eaten out