Pretending not to care what people say and think about you is possibly the hardest thing. Trying to stop it all is even harder…
my pet peeve is when someone ignores you
like if we have a problem then let’s fucking address it
The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
How do I politely ask him to push me against a wall and bite my neck and grab my butt and bite my lip and make me moan?