I'm crazy about... Well hey, I'm just crazy.
Oh whoa.
My tumblr has been like… dead. Yet all these new people started following me? Well, hello! Nice to meet you.
So uh. Really rough sex is great and all… until I find the 5million+ painful bite marks and hickeys everywhere… and have to actually spend time putting make-up on certain ones so I don’t look like a whore while at work… at a private golf club. But let’s be honest. I smile when I look at them in their mirror… and giggle when I see all the marks I’ve left on him.
So you keep it bottled up inside and it hurts to know how much you care for them.
Whoever put Homestuck in my Sims… fuck you.
I love you all but fuck you.
The first time I remember being a smart-ass was in the fifth grade. We had to write sentences with our spelling words. I wrote a sentence about eating bleach. The teacher’s assistant pulled me aside to tell me that it was dangerous to each bleach. I responded, “Duh. I’m not stupid. It’s just a sentence.” Of course, she continued to lecture me on how I shouldn’t eat bleach and how I shouldn’t talk back.
I feel like that was the first time I realized how dumb people were as well.
Dear tumblr,
Although my head is pounding in pain, my breasts are sore, and I’m breaking out, I feel incredibly sexy. I got a pedicure, did my own nails, waxed and shaved, even steamed my face before a clay followed by a collagen mask. I still need to re-color my hair but I feel so sexy. It feels great taking care of myself.
I can’t stop thinking about him.
It’s incurable at this point.
Over a week ago he asked me if I loved him.
I couldn’t answer him.
I still cannot say it out loud.
To actually speak words or put it down would make them real.
I cannot take a heartbreak right now.
I cannot take a heartbreak when the love is so fresh and new.
How can he make me feel so close to god…
… yet act as sinful as the devil creeping between my legs?
R.I.P. my favorite undergarment.
You will be missed very much.
At least you went for a good cause.
You were beautiful, comfortable, and showed no panty lines.
That’s what you love about me.
You didn’t say three little words. I wouldn’t have believed you if you did. The words surrounding it are becoming blurred, slurred. But that one simple word stands out. Even though you said it offhand, just a comment, you used that one word. You never used it to describe anything between us before.
It’s just hanging there in my head.
… I knew this was going to get dangerous.
I can’t stop thinking about him.
I’m in bliss but deeply sadden.
Being attracted to someone more than just physically is so… depressing. Knowing you want to do more than just kiss them and cuddle with them. Knowing you just get blissful from talking with them and being around them. It’s so depressing.
There’s these little secret feelings that I want to keep secret but I know I’ll go crazy if I do.
Cleaning my room while drinking sake and starting High School of the Dead… because some lady wants to cosplay it. So much boob jiggles already… This is either a really good idea or a terrible one.
