Marissa. 23. Trampa. Cancer. Mommy to be. Hooper. ॐ
Just grab me, push me on the bed. Kiss me as you explore my body with your hands. Gently. Softly. Slowly. Increasing my heart rate. Kiss my neck and give me hickies in places where others won’t see. Scratch my back and pull my hair. Whisper in my ear how bad you want me.
i hate it when people try to get the drug dealer arrested after the user fatally overdoses
did the dealer force the user to buy and do the drugs? they wouldn’t be dead had they chosen not to use drugs
i hate those friendships that just end for no reason you just stop talking
I touch myself whenever I think about you. More specifically, I rub my temples because I get a headache because you’re awful.