our lady of the trees

this is not an aesthetic blog this is my bedroom

I feel like I am not enough and too much at the same time

I got that dog in me. (Waiting at your door till you come home.)

it’s hard being shy and nasty at the same time

i’d be happy just to sit under the stars with your hand in mine

Doggystyle so we can watch the sunset together.

I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.

let’s play how many times we can cum

Saw something online that said "questions are way more intimate and romantic than compliments" and honestly I feel this so hard, like, compliments are lovely of course, but nothing feels nicer than knowing someone wants to get to know you and find out things about you and learn what makes you you