Girls Be Like “i’m Shy” Then Want The Roughest Sex

oh to be a barbie doll serving vintage cunt

me and him except there is no him and im one step away from being hospitalised in the mental asylum

Jealousy so strong it's painful. Violent. An ache in my stomach when I see you talking to other people. The dull heat, the rage, that crawls over my body when you say you're busy with friends. Makes me fucking sick.

“Darling, darling. I live in you, and you would die for me. I love you so.”

carmilla (stone) lithograph | prints here

Me maladaptive daydreaming to break free from this fuckass reality

you sound so beautiful

thank you so much for saying that gorgeous anon! <3 it would be fun that it was true though

Michael: did you like my gift, my dear?

Mallory: what am I supposed to do with ten skinned raccoons on my doorstep?

@ ifairy2