When it was time for bed, daddy came in for his usual inspection and found me wet, just as he wanted. But when he pulled down my panties I knew I was in trouble. When he saw the bite marks, he quickly pulled me onto his lap and pushed my legs open. He started spanking my bum, then my pussy. And of course I had to count them. When he got to ten I begged for mercy and apologized. He gave me five more hard smacks, inflaming my bald lips and adding finger prints on top of the existing bite marks. Then he asked who I had been with, and I had to confess that his best friend had been trying to seduce me for months and that I couldn’t resist anymore. When he put his fingers in my hole, he found the puddle he had created. He knew I was still his baby girl, and made me promise that next time daddy would supervise when I fucked his friend.
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depression sucks because you could be half way done dancing in your underwear and making cookies and all the sudden everything is pointless and you feel so lost and worthless and have no motivation to breath and it’s like ??????? theses cookies were going to be great ??? calm down depression ?? pls ?
lets just lay in our underwear and make out for hours
I want a bed date
I want to just lay in bed, you and I, alone and peaceful, not Netflix and chill but do whatever the fuck we want while in our pjs or underwear. I want to have deep convos. I want to cuddle for the whole day and rub your back while you sleep. nap dates all day. I want a bed date.
I want a bed date
I want to just lay in bed, you and I, alone and peaceful, not Netflix and chill but do whatever the fuck we want while in our pjs or underwear. I want to have deep convos. I want to cuddle for the whole day and rub your back while you sleep. nap dates all day. I want a bed date.
12 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes;
1. Don’t panic.
2. We both knew this was eventually gonna happen.
3. I’ve been spending my nights not sleeping, but wondering if I should tell you and talking myself out of it every time.
4. I bought you that hoodie you wanted. It’s in your closet.
5. Now that we‘be seen everything there is too see in this small town, I do not know what to do next.
6. I’ve been way too afraid of this for way too long.
7. I guess this is where I tell you that I’ve been waiting so long for the perfect time to bring it up, but if I keep waiting for the perfect time we’ll be here for eternity; I’ve already made up myself mind.
8. I imagine how our clothes would clash if we shared a closet.
9. . I wonder how many hashtags this will get on Instagram.
10. My mom used to always tell the same stupid cheesy joke, I can’t remember the ending.
11. I was twelve years old and it took three weeks, imagine three twelve-year-old weeks, to gather everything I needed to be Wonder Woman. Rope, a mask I made out of cardboard and glitter with styrofoam face structure. I buried them all in a bundle under the floorboards in my closet. Every year after that, on September 20th, I try to find that spot again. The boards shifted with the house over the years and it was impossible to get back out. I never found it. How can something be there and then just be unreachable.
12. I was never bold enough to buy bright yellow curtains or cheesy holiday table clothes. I definitely wanted them, but always thought they were too cliche and suburban , even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the window and tables. I knew that you would like them.
A sword that screams whenever you swing it, and the volume is directly tied with how fast its swung
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“I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.”
— Franz Kafka
“I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.”
— Franz Kafka
