omg. i’m so tired like it’s literally 1pm and i’m still in bed, dozing off into sleep AAAAAA
going back to sleep since sleep is the most wonderful, peaceful thing ever. yeah yeah
lmao
girls will casually tell you the most traumatic backstory known to man and finish it off with "it's whatever though i don't really care"
*referring to my husband* 🥺
fuck. i want to carry his babies. he’s HOT
read a bio stating “you guys on myspace? or” thinking about how i was just on myspace last night, creating an account just realizing after that it was just for music streaming?????? HAHAHAH
let’s be clear, intimacy isn’t just sex. it’s them mental check in’s, date nights, conversations, forms of affirmations, the small simple shit.
constantly horny women who blush easily suffer beyond most ppl’s imagination
omg. it’s late and i’m fantasizing about my husband’s dick all over again. i-iiii really need to stop obsessing all over it. ew, i’m such a whore. but wait, wait.