You tell me that I’m your precious little baby and you’d never let anybody hurt me then you drug me until I become sick and dependant on you.
I’m not sure why anyone would need drugs to render you sick and dependent.
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I’m done with being sick now can I please just feel better???
I’m literally exhausted and out of breath and had to sit down from walking up the stairs wtf 😔
Poor thing. You must be careful with the girlmeat you wear; if you let it break down, people might get a glimpse of your insides.… Read the rest “”
Goal achieved
when @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls tells you that you look good 😏
I’ve been in this corner of Tumblr for what, three years now? And in that time, I don’t think I’ve told more than ten different chicks that they’re hot. Maybe twelve.… Read the rest “Goal achieved”
What or where is your happy place?
Daddy’s arms with him stroking my hair and telling me that I’m a good girl.
So, basically, it’s him soothing you like an animal while he fills your little brain with nonsense.
That sounds right.
beat me and baby me 🍼
[pushes you down stairs]
What, you gonna cry now? You gonna cry, big baby? Why does your shoulder look like that, ya freaky li’l baby-head? I figured you had a soft spot on your skull, but I didn’t know your joints were made of taffy, too.… Read the rest “”
My head is an over sexualised horror movie.
Nonsense.
You can’t over-sexualize a horror movie.
Yesterday, someone said to me “don’t be nice, it doesn’t suit you.”
I’ve always suspected something like that.
People asking me questions about my upcoming birthday make me sad cause I really really really do not wanna grow up.
Don’t worry so much. You’ll be at least 30 before men start actively looking past you to the newer models, and you can certainly be as infantile and self-defeating as you like in the recesses of your mind.… Read the rest “”