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To baby shark, Step aside, Daddy shark is here now.
To baby shark, Step aside, Daddy shark is here now.
I am fucking dead Jesus fuck
To baby shark, Step aside, Daddy shark is here now.
I am fucking dead Jesus fuck
kinks such as autassassinophilia (arousal by risk of being killed),
kinks such as autassassinophilia (arousal by risk of being killed),
why is this so appealing to me now God what are these books doing to my kinks omg
kinks such as autassassinophilia (arousal by risk of being killed),
why is this so appealing to me now God what are these books doing to my kinks omg
Some days I’m the ocean. Some days I’m the ship. Tonight, I’m the lighthouse: at the edge, alone, and burning. -Vasiliki
Some days I’m the ocean. Some days I’m the ship. Tonight, I’m the lighthouse: at the edge, alone, and burning. -Vasiliki
Cigarettes are also unforgivable, with the way they eat at you from the inside out. Kill you slowly, and then all at once.
Cigarettes are also unforgivable, with the way they eat at you from the inside out. Kill you slowly, and then all at once.
I decide I like the ocean, and I like cigarettes. Because I… I am also unforgivable.
I decide I like the ocean, and I like cigarettes. Because I… I am also unforgivable.
I’m in love with it. I could always use a little therapy in the form of a reckless—and slightly manic—decision.
I’m in love with it. I could always use a little therapy in the form of a reckless—and slightly manic—decision.
“Nope. I could get pregnant just looking at you. Go away.”
“Nope. I could get pregnant just looking at you. Go away.”
Body of a Greek god? Check. Could ruin my life with just the tip? Check. Has a permanent scowl and carries himself like he hates the world? Just fuck me already.
Body of a Greek god? Check. Could ruin my life with just the tip? Check. Has a permanent scowl and carries himself like he hates the world? Just fuck me already.
He shakes his head, though there’s a glimmer in his eye while the corner of his mouth turns up ever so slightly, and in that moment, my soul leaves my body. He has dimples. Fuck me. Not cool.
He shakes his head, though there’s a glimmer in his eye while the corner of his mouth turns up ever so slightly, and in that moment, my soul leaves my body. He has dimples. Fuck me. Not cool.
He just… listens, and attentively at that. Like the next thing out of my mouth just might be the cure for cancer. Too bad I am the fucking cancer.
He just… listens, and attentively at that. Like the next thing out of my mouth just might be the cure for cancer. Too bad I am the fucking cancer.
He's intentional.
He's intentional.
He may not have the best of manners, but I can admire his passion. The only thing I've ever been passionate about is surviving, and even then, I feel like giving up most days.
He may not have the best of manners, but I can admire his passion. The only thing I've ever been passionate about is surviving, and even then, I feel like giving up most days.
God, he’s mean. Why do I like it?
God, he’s mean. Why do I like it?
He ignores me, and brushes past, heading toward the exit without a backward glance. The dickhead just assumes that I’ll follow him. Well. He's right.
He ignores me, and brushes past, heading toward the exit without a backward glance. The dickhead just assumes that I’ll follow him. Well. He's right.
but my life is too uncertain not to do the things I truly want to do.
but my life is too uncertain not to do the things I truly want to do.
Like, seduce the hottest man I’ve ever seen behind a waterfall. I groan again, this time at myself. It took two seconds to talk myself into it, though I already knew I wasn’t going to say no. I like to lie to myself.
Like, seduce the hottest man I’ve ever seen behind a waterfall. I groan again, this time at myself. It took two seconds to talk myself into it, though I already knew I wasn’t going to say no. I like to lie to myself.
I’m in trouble, but it’s the type of danger that makes you smile uncontrollably as you ride the line between life and death. The kind of danger that gives you a thrill, makes you feel alive, and then leaves you bereft and empty when it’s over.
I’m in trouble, but it’s the type of danger that makes you smile uncontrollably as you ride the line between life and death. The kind of danger that gives you a thrill, makes you feel alive, and then leaves you bereft and empty when it’s over.
I’ve never begged for dick in my life. Never had to, when men are so fucking simple. Though, I guess that’s actually not true. There were a few occasions when they accidentally stumbled upon my G-spot, and I pleaded with them to stay right there. They never did.
I’ve never begged for dick in my life. Never had to, when men are so fucking simple. Though, I guess that’s actually not true. There were a few occasions when they accidentally stumbled upon my G-spot, and I pleaded with them to stay right there. They never did.
He can locate the clit. Good enough for me.
He can locate the clit. Good enough for me.
Surely, a man determined to make a girl come more than once doesn’t actually exist, right?
Surely, a man determined to make a girl come more than once doesn’t actually exist, right?
Come on, pipsqueak, stop lying to yourself and the rest of the world about what happened. You’re spending all this time running when you could have already faced what you’ve done to the one person who loved you most in the world. Just… do it for Kevin. You owe him that much. Garrett
“Sweetheart, you carry your baggage like it’s the only belongings you got.”
“People don’t actually care about fixing you. They just want to shape your broken pieces until they fit their standards. Smooth ’em out, make ’em less sharp, so they don’t cut so deep when they collect ’em. But you ain’t any less broken.”
There’s a plastic six-pack ring caught on one of her teeth, but I’ve been letting her get used to my presence first before I extract it. Something that should never be in any fucking animal’s mouth.
shark cage, to be exact.
“You expect me to get in that?” I ask, pointing to the mini prison.
I’ve never been good at making the right decision.
Why can’t he be like the other men? Mediocre, at best—if I’m lucky. They were so much easier to let go of. To forget about, until someone called me by their name.
