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I don't want you to fix it, I want you to hold my hand while I handle my shit.
I am the type of girl you can take home to your parents but don't expect to fuck me in their house without them hearing.
Cynics are crushed romantics protecting something very tender.
When camping, butch girls are seriously intimidated by how fast I can put up a tent. They should worry about my air mattress skills.
So, I'm not "lesbian" enough because I carry a purse, wear heels, and love football? ~ Fuck you and your leg hair.
My tolerance for honest pain is remarkably high....my tolerance for bullshit, nonexistent.
If I was a boy for a day, sure I'd want to try jacking off & sex but writing my name in the snow would be first on my list.
Every single woman wants to be courted...just figure out what that means to her and you are golden.
My new therapist was speechless after one session. So I win at therapy?
Teacher:Perfect score in language & math. Your son is more than ready for kindergarten. Me:You obviously didn't do an ass wiping assessment.
I totally get it now...
I'm wearing my first pair of yoga pants and I want to fuck me.
My mind just found quiet in the place between wake and sleep with my son asleep on my chest and I smiled, the first real one in 24 hours.
There is nothing sexier to me than a woman who understands herself and pursues what she wants with honesty and determination.
All hail the power of the sexy high heel.
My acceptance is not defeat, it's understanding.
Here's an idea.....
Try to stomach your own bullshit before you force feed the rest of us.
Even if it changes nothing, the undeniable peace of being given the safe place to speak your heart and be heard is no small thing.
I don't want grand gestures. All I need is my hand held, my heart warmed and my body rocked.
Let's agree to disagree and fuck anyway.
If you convince her the areas she hates about herself are the curves that make her a woman to you, you will be given the keys to the castle.
I RT HARD. I'm either NSFW or mentioning my kids. That's me. You have been warned.