Well, now that I’ve been THOROUGHLY diagnosed by Tumblr, I think I’ll go stare at some pictures of naked people to hold over my need to have sex until I see my man and he can tie me up, scratch me, play with my breath, tug on my nipples til I cry out (for more), fuck me til it hurts, let me suck his cock, and drink his cum. Then he’ll kiss me.
(We both already shaved this morning.)
If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.
I can’t stand these fucking people with these fucking family window stickers on their cars a murderer is gonna come into your fucking house and you’re gonna try to hide your kids in the fucking closet and he’s gonna be like naw bitch I saw your fucking mini van I know you have six more kids where are they