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Appreciation post for…

💖 Stretch marks

💖 Squishy bellies

💖 Jiggly thighs

💖 Chubby cheeks

💖 Cellulite

I DONT WANNA PAY BILLS I WANNA USE MY MONEY FOR FOOD AND LIL GIFTS FOR MYSELF AND MY LOVED ONES

Nobody is mad at me.

Nobody is mad at me and if they were, they would say so.

Nobody is mad at me and if they were they would say so and if they haven't said so then it's not my responsibility to read into their silence.

Nobody is mad at me.

Someone tell jjk readers that the series is already really tragic and sad, and that they do NOT have to make it worse by writing gut wrenching angsty fanfics that transcend the boundaries of literature. It’s already sad enough. Please stop. You’re ruining my day.

I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

25 years of ads peeled away

can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

how to grow the fuck up

Cut me off while I’m rambling.

Stop me from talking by dragging your hand up my thigh. Let me feel your fingers against my inner thigh, inching towards my apex, but your face says nothing. When I can’t think anymore, too focused on the feeling of your hand grazing my panties, you’ll tell me to keep talking. “I was invested, baby. What happens next?” you’ll say, and I’ll struggle to talk, I’ll tell you that you’re distracting me.

“Distracting you? I don’t know what you mean, love. I said keep talking.”

You’ll slide your fingers inside me, and I’ll struggle to speak, and I’ll whine about you distracting me, falling against your shoulder as I try to word my sentences. And just as I’m about to cum, you’ll pull away.

“Come on. Tell me what happens next, baby. I want to know.”

“Why’re you whining? You were just complaining about being distracted, princess. Tell me, you can do it.”

how much can we tell i love edging?

oh snap

me when I "mysteriously" feel better after I "have something to eat"

reblog to tell your mutual you’re proud of them and it’ll all work out

Sometimes I think oh I could totally brat but then I remember that I fold like a cheap tent at the slightest hint of possibly being praised

it’s like nobody wants to dry hump and make out on the couch in the living room anymore

Neck kissing is such a turn on for me.

Tilting my head back, giving them access to the most sensitive parts of my neck.

Them leaning over me, maybe putting their knee between my legs, knowing I won’t be able to resist rubbing against them.

Or maybe I’m on top, sitting in their lap as they kiss and mouth at my neck as I try to keep my hips from rocking into them and try to keep quiet.

Maybe I’m the one at their neck, dragging my teeth across their throat as they whimper. I bite and suck, leaving beautiful red marks that show they’re all mine.

It doesn’t matter if I’m giving or receiving, neck kissing is like flipping a switch in my mind. I’ll be hard and dripping wet in seconds.