𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮?

My demons say: do it do it

Who am I to argue?

I wanna do it

love how all my mutuals are either clinically unwell or violently hot. or both

Biting is a love language.

Our teachers have no idea what they are doing to us by paying attention to us or praising us for something. It maybe nothing to them, but it makes our day completely happy.

Boys learn from you and treat you like you're their mother, but older men teach you and treat you like a princess... I think everyone knows which one is better.

Older men are the strongest drugs and I'm addicted.

I wonder if I start to slowly unbuckle his belt when we're alone, then he'll realize that I'm not only interested in his lessons???

Remember this girls

“Why do you always stare at him?” Obviously, because I’m insane. But politely.

and he knows

yes, maybe. Yes

He want me baaaaaaaddddddd