sometimes i think my blog is just so neat and no one else does why
i’m pretty positive i was a cat in a past life:
-i love to have my back scratched and my hair petted, but unless i encourage it or request it don’t touch me. ever.
- i can be really social and friendly but sometimes i just want to be left alone so i can take a nap.
-and please, don’t tease me if i’m in a bad mood, because there’s a chance i may bite your hand and pee in your backpack.
i miss being pressed against walls and waking up with bruises and bite marks etched into my flesh. i miss the feel of your hands caressing my face and your fingertips tracing my ribs. i miss your lips on my collar bones. i miss the teases and the anticipation of your body so close to mine. i miss the seductive whispers. i miss the writhing and the bitten lips and the moments that made my back arch. i miss the heavy breaths and the quiet moans, the timid whimpers. i miss how your mouth opens just a little bit. how your eyes close and your head tilts back.
i just want someone to scratch my back and read to me and be totally in love with me and also give me a nice fucking is that too much to ask.
the constant debate between personal morality and bootycalls.
i want someone to stop trying to fuck me for just one second and look at my eyes and smooth the hair from my face and to ask me about my favorite books or if i like to cook or if i ever want to go deep sea fishing or if i find my shoulders as pretty as they do and just once show me that someone somewhere loves me.
im not beautiful on the inside, i’m interesting. so i’m not beautiful on the outside, i’m interesting.
sometimes i see porn on my dash, and theres this super hot girl
but the dick she’s sucking/riding/kissing/dressing like a cowboy/whatever
is super tiny.
talk about the male fantasy.
hey girl with double d’s, flat stomach and huge ass, come suck my tiny cock.**
**as a side note, size is not the most important thing in the bedroom, but the juxtaposition of a “perfect” woman next to what could be called a subpar man is chauvinistic and unfair. but thats porn for you.
the good thing about being unattractive is that when someone is interested in me, i know it is because im fucking awesome, and not because they just want to fuck me.
if our last three interactions have been you:
-calling and asking me for something
-coming to my apartment and drinking my alcohol
-trying to take my bra off
then you are an asshole and you can go fuck yourself.
why has no one created a new port-a-potty.
i mean, its 2012 and we have self cleaning cat litter boxes
why do i have to pee in a hole and use hand sanitizer.
someone hope on that shit.
