The early hours of Feb 7th, and I'm starting my lockup. I've been promised sex on valentines day, and have otherwise given up control of my junk until memorial day.
I remember crying over you, not just a couple of beads of tears. I remember gasping for air, beating my fist against my chest trying to rip my heart out. Trying to get the pain to stop. You should have skinned me alive instead, it probably would have hurt less.
(via morphine-and-cigarettes)
Some people think that to be strong is to never feel pain. In reality the strongest people are the ones who feel it, understand it, accept and learn from it.
powerofpositivity.com (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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Me:makes a reference only i get and then laughs about it because i saw what i did there