Mfhoe

me: “ew. you’re such a filthy whore!”

me to me: “i’m his filthy whore though. ❤️”

omg. it’s late and i’m fantasizing about my husband’s dick all over again. i-iiii really need to stop obsessing all over it. ew, i’m such a whore. but wait, wait.

only slept three hours. now, i’m dreading

When you’re getting fucked and you’re being loud and they’re like “do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are?” And you’re just like “....yeah”

must be nice to be able to let things go, unfortunately everything that has ever happened to me never leaves my mind

read a bio stating “you guys on myspace? or” thinking about how i was just on myspace last night, creating an account just realizing after that it was just for music streaming?????? HAHAHAH

understanding your partner’s childhood traumas and triggers is a love language >>>