January 2011
62 posts
“Play with my hair. Kiss my neck. Hold my waist. Grab my thighs. Bite my lip. I...”
No one is ever truly happy with themselves; think about it. do you know anyone who could tell you that they want nothing different than what they have. that they love themselves. no, you couldn’t. because we are a fucked up society, my friends. we are led to believe skinny is the only way. smart…
