"I Would Never-"

The little demons of grief came to live with me, in the space between the shadows and the floor.

I can't hear what they're telling me, even though I try.

i think to be hugged tight and long with a strap inside me would fix me actually

do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything

I spend all day working hard and I come home to no praise, no kisses, no half-naked house-girlfriend to bend me over the couch and use me till the stress drains from my brain and then rub my back after?? What am I even living for

i’ve come to the conclusion that a hot femme holding me down and saying ”shh baby… let me take care of you, okay?” in a soft voice would probably do more for me than therapy ever could

roses of restraint by Oliver Ler Marinkoski

Warning! NSFW

To: Wanda

*new snap from Natasha*

Natasha: “she was just in my guts and now she’s playing God of War” *turns the camera on you in a sports bra and bike shorts, controller in hand, and pans onto the tv screen where God of War is running*

Wanda: At least she turned off the game for you. She blew my back out and made me see stars and when we where finished all I hear is “Play of the Game”… DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THAT GRIN SHE WORE WAS?

need a lesbian to have faux sympathy for me ughh like "aww is it too much baby?" then kiss me on the forehead and start fucking me harder