I start feeling sad and then hate myself for feeling sad and then feel sadder than before and then just hate myself. I used to be so firm. It’s not taking much to push me over these days.
me: this is a bad idea and will only make me sad
me: okay let's do it
Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its...– ♡ (via magnolia Anaïs Nin (via trampled-rose)
lovelustandlesbromance: Crafts make my heart happy. My life.
It’s summer so naturally my instinct is to perform activities that hurt like hell and then yell at the top of my voice that I’m pretty too.
Last night I had a dream that Nicole and I went on an animal adoption spree and ended up with a house full of cute animals and we got a dog or two and a bunny for Rose and we kept Lilly (I mean whatever. She just lives in the couch it’s not like she bothers anyone.) But we also got a baby kangaroo. For me. And I held that beautiful baby in my arms all day. And no one cared about it but I...
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no-hetero: drunkdate: im scared of shower sex like what if i slip and die doesn’t matter, had sex
You can’t buy happiness but you can buy me a bra and panties set and that’s sort of the same thing (for me)
daddyfuckedme: wouldn’t it be cool if jellyfish floated around in air instead of water but they didn’t sting you instead they gave you little kisses and rubbed your forehead with their tentacles
I don’t want to trust anything anymore. Not after fucking in a sidebar for my entire sexual adult life. Not after the glorified junk I’ve hoarded in the past. I’ve been trying to trip you, checking your facts, reading your eyes. But after so long when it still tastes the same I’m starting to really see something. Some light at the end of the tunnel or just something that...
A poem begins with a lump in the throat.– Robert Frost (via scabpicker)
richwhitelesbian: i love to be alive and hang out with my friends who are also alive. great party
Zoe: You're so old fashioned.
Me: You spelled sexy wrong.
Pros: Road trips with rose, beachin, Fazolis Cons: …….. Biggest surprise: I held a damn guinea pig. Lesson learned: A garter belt is nothing to be nervous about.
Steps to my downfall
1. Buy a garter belt on a crazy whim. 2. Follow one blog about lingerie. 3. Buy ever teddy and peignoir and seamed stocking and soft cup bra ever created and die because I can’t afford food anymore.