sick of myself

Double text me, annoy me, give me your attention. I love that shit

What's wrong angel? Can't speak with my fingers in your mouth? Or are you just too fucked out to talk back to me anymore?

ashamed little sluts who only get wetter when you mock the fuck out of them for being so turned on

"baby how could it be traumatising if it made you cum?"

i think i should be allowed to kill if im jealous

my love language: making sure you feel safe enough to be vulnerable with me.

Cuddling with no pants on & tangling legs with your thighs intertwined >>>>>>

If you got me, I got you & that’s on my soul.

Concept: we are together. you are sleeping with your body wrapped around mine. it is quiet. my mind is calm. we are happy.

If u don’t get the primal feral urge to fuck me every time you see me then I don’t want it