Doesn’t Matter If We Talk Or Not

I’ve now been single for 10 months, sober from alcohol (besides one night) for over a month, and back in the kitchen for over 2 months. There have been lots of ups and downs, a few really bad downs, and a few pretty good things happen. There’s still a few hurdles to get over but I’ve survived everything thus far, so I’m sure I’ll be just fine. I’m glad I’ve made it through and used it to rebuild myself and come out a stronger, more focused person who is more true to myself than ever. There’s always more work to be done, but like I said, I’ve survived everything else.

Dry humping is so fucking hot. Just sit on my lap and grind on my thigh until you're desperate to feel my cock. Suck on my fingers, drool all over them like the needy slut that you are and beg me to fuck you. I want you dripping on my jeans, becoming such a mess for me.

So long tumblr, guess it’s time to stop crying and complaining and actually follow through and get some work done. I hope you choose a life that inspires you and never forget to stop and take time to look up. Sometimes when everything seems like it’s too much, it helps to be reminded how small we really are, and that the spheres will still be singing tomorrow. Who knows, maybe we’ll see each other later in this life or another. Take care, and be good to yourselves and each other.

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I’d never say no lol

I need polaroids of her tiddies in my wallet

Jean-Paul Sartre, The Selected Essays