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There’s something about you. The part that exposes me.The part of me I don’t want to face.
The part I don’t want to see
I don’t know whether to run or to hide from it. You’ve got me hating myself. I feel changed, I feel crazy.
I feel completely rearranged
But where are you when the nights get low. The times when I don’t want to go on without you, the times you let me hate myself.
Where the fuck are you
MissUnsolicited
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I love being spanked
I love being choked
I love all the roughest things
Your so scared to do so of fear of hurting me like he did...like they did. You desperately want to understand why after all the hospital visits and the surgery
Why would I want that?
Here is the answer
I have always played rough. I loved the sting of failing. They pulsing from a fight.Never the pain from the body I was born of or from the man that put a life in me.
That was never fun or thrilling. I was afraid. I was confused
I trust you. Even when it’s too much and I tell you to keep going. You say “ I can’t cum if your in obvious pain” “I don’t want to hurt you... I want you to enjoy this” “we can stop baby...I can do it myself” I love you too much to hurt you at all”
Which this sends the flood.
I then can enjoy the rushing of blood to my groin and to all the place you’ve smacked or bit or gripped.
I love it I love you because I’m not Afraid with your firm hand on my neck and I can see you pleased at the pure ecstasy my body is giving of from it
Then....TOGETHER
I’m a kinky girl in love with a man that that can make it hurt soooo good.
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“HOW DO YOU EVEN EXIST”
That’s when I realized I was in love
That was also the first time I was truly afraid
#chancemettings #journal #love #emotionalspill #writergirl #thoughts
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“I committed all the seven deadly sins, the moment I looked at him.”
—Siona Valentine
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Right now, someone’s going on a first date with the person they’re going to marry. Someone else is meeting the person who’s going to break up their relationship. Someone’s adopting the pet that will save her life and someone’s waiting on the results of a pregnancy test that will wreck hers. We all have moments that we might or might not realize are life changing and maybe today doesn’t seem like one for you, but you don’t know for sure that it won’t be. Because sometimes we don’t realize the importance of walking into a bar at a certain time on a certain day until it’s 3 years later and we’re walking down the aisle.
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Acclimated
I’m used to being hated
I’m used to smiling knowing that from the body I was birth from could have been the body to take my life
I’m used to being hated
I’m used to being the outsider of my own race and an outsider to those I identify with because of my skin
I’m used to being hated
I’m used to trying to help better someone only to receive a black eye or broken bone and still staying because I care
I’m not used to being loved
I’m not used to being loved for everything that I am and everything that I went through
I’m not used to being loved
I’m not used to not flinching at the sound of a raised voice
I’m not used to hand with a gentle touch
I’m not used to being unstressed and healthy
I’m getting used to it
#abused #loved #punvixen4ever
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F. Scott Fitzgerald / This Side of Paradise
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