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I've been called sugar, pumpkin, honey, cupcake, sweets...all kinds of damn food.
I'm a girl, dammit.
Eat me.
Every inch.
Every pound.
Every scar.
Every muscle.
Every freckle.
Every hair.
Every mole.
Everything.
Embrace the skin you are in.
When someone tells you that you're beautiful, it's lovely.
When they're referring to what's inside, it's love.
I have a tendency to push people away, pretending I am strong.
What I want, is someone to see through that, hold me, and let me fall apart.
Sex is dirty? Who told you that? Your parents? A teacher? Society?
Sex isn't dirty. It's a fucking celebration.
There's always one stupid chick who drinks too much, tells everyone in sight she loves them&throws up in the bushes.
I can't find my pants.
When someone reaches out to you, to help you & they have absolutely nothing to gain from it, it's pretty amazing.
Pretty. Fucking. Amazing.
I'm going for a run. I have some severely unused sexual energy and tension I need to pound out.
I should be back in about eight days.
In a perfect world, there would be no hate, no fear, anxiety or grief.
And flip-flops would not make a fucking sound
Nothing known brings more agony, than having someone in your head and heart, but not in your goddamn arms.
Every morning you have two choices: be productive and really shine, OR pour a stiff one, pop some pills and start tweeting. Hello, darlings!
That sad and sickening feeling when what you do has become expected, and is no longer appreciated.
Someone called me an attention seeking whore today. I think.
I had trouble hearing as I was waving my thong in the air during rush hour.
My grandparents were married over 70 years. My parents, 40 years and counting.
I don't even own a fucking turtle.
Go outside and get some fresh air. My thoughts in photos: IG The_Sculptress
