Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.
And I even love your chaos. Blowing into my life. Tearing down my walls. Freeing me. My heart. My soul. Your love freed me.
J.c.A
“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via books-n-quotes)
“But in the end, I realized that what I’ve felt for you, wasn’t the kind of love that you’ll ever need.” she said. “Even if it has meant everything to me.”
I let go // ma.c.a
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.”
— Fernando Pessoa
Let me suck your cock while you’re doing some normal shit like watching tv or reading. You’re not going to cum right away, I just want to feel your weight in my mouth, your tip against my lips, my spit covering you. Let it touch the back of my throat gently. I’ll run my tongue all over your balls and pull them into my mouth for a bit. I’ll be the happiest girl in the world getting to taste you.
I just wanna appreciate how pretty you are. ☺️
》》 notwhatwshese3ms《《 25.married.total weirdo.that bitch. just a collection of slutty things I think about and probably masterbate too. I'm always horny. like some kinda pervert or teenage boy. I'm always wanting it. always craving an older man's cock. oops. shame on me, I guess yes I squirt, no you can't see most likely 《《whoresjustwannahavefun》》
118 posts