If you can’t handle her fire, let someone else enjoy the flames

To be considered is one of the highest forms of love. Not remembered after the fact. Not apologized to later. Considered before the decision is made. It's the difference between someone loving you and someone thinking about you. Because real love doesn't keep moving and clean things up later. It pauses. It accounts for you. It chooses with you in mind. And once you know what that feels like, anything less isn't enough.

i love taking care of others, i really do, but sometimes i wish someone would take care of me

In my slut era (wrapped up in a blankie with a cup of tea, reading a romance book and fantasising about love)

my ability to be both a sweetie pie and a sick pervert will lead me to great things

Imagine finding the love of your life

Imagine getting to keep them

Dicks are so pretty I wish men were good people

Pleasure is easy. Sex is exciting. But nothing compares to talking with someone who feels like home until the sun comes up.

“I think being someone’s favorite person is the closest thing to magic.”