#whatcanisay

Call me broken, but this just feels like it's dripping in love

There are several inscriptions in Russian, cuz English isn’t my first language and here I just practicing writing in English. ;)

Our Morning Offering – 23 September – “Month of The Seven Sorrows of the Blessed Virgin Mary and The Holy Cross” and Our Lady’s Day What Can I Say?By St Anselm (1033-1109)Magnificent DoctorMarian Doctor My most merciful Lady,what can I say about the fountainswhich flowed from thy most pure eyeswhen thou saw thy only Son before thee,bound, beaten and suffering?What do I know of the floodwhich…

SEPTEMBER Month of The Seven Sorrowsof the Blessed Virgin Mary andThe Holy Cross Bid me bear, O Mother Blest,On my heart, the wounds imprest,Suffered by the Crucified! An Indulgence of 50 days each time.Plenary Indulgence once a month under the usual conditions. The Seven Sorrows ofthe Blessed Virgin Mary 1, The prophecy of Simeon2. The Flight to Egypt3. Loss of Child Jesus for 3 days4.…

Our Morning Offering – 1 April – Saturday in Passion Week What Can I Say?By St Anselm (1033-1109)Magnificent DoctorMarian Doctor My most merciful Lady,what can I say about the fountainswhich flowed from thy most pure eyeswhen thou saw thy only Son before thee,bound, beaten and suffering?What do I know of the floodwhich drenched thy matchless face,when thou beheld thy Son,thy Lord and thy…

She benevolently shook her head, lightly pushed him away, and walked away.

She truly felt out of place with him.

It was enough, she made her way out the door of the booming warehouse.

The smell of salt water and sandal wood filling the air, as she takes the long way home, along the beach.

She heard nothing but the waves crashing against the rocks, adding so much pressure, eventually turning those rocks to beautiful crystals.

She knew the way home by heart. She closed her eyes and listened intently to the waves, wishing she could be as strong as that current, or as peaceful as the dead calm that comes some nights.

Then suddenly she picked up a familiar smell. It was the smell of the man that wanted something more then a dance at the warehouse.

Then there was a huge hand wrapped around her mouth, tightening as she screams.

He puts his face to her ear and says, "You thought you was goin' home?".

She knew no one would hear her in this exact spot and so did he.

She knew how this went, it wouldn't be the first time a man decided to take what he wanted despite her disinterest.

He pushed her to the ground, stepped on her stomach, and pinned her to the sand. She felt like sinking into the sand and dissapearing forever.

Straddling her and holding her arms down of course.

They like when you show fear she noticed by now.

She didn't wanna be the victim anymore!

He had his crotch clearly in front of her mouth, he obviously didn't think this one through.

As he was unbuckling his pants to pull out his genetically small and deformed pencil dick she felt herself getting sick from the smell.

He put it near her face and her teeth instantly clenched around his nub he calls a penis and he screamed like a little girl.

She clenched so hard she could feel her teeth breaking through the skin eventually tearing his appendage completely off as he pulled away.

His man parts were in her MOUTH!

She got up and spit it in his face and ran as fast as she could down the beach.

Blood in her mouth dripping down her face she could feel the cool air eventually crusting it to her skin.

She wasn't scared, she wasn't worried about any~ting. All she could do was feel proud of herself for finally defending herself.

It tasted gross but she felt the adrenaline running through her veins his blood running through her veins and a strength she never felt before.