Some coping mechanisms die hard.
“All you want is to run into the woods & beg
the wolf to fuck you up.”
– Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds
Hi these are the dangerous femme vibes I wanna project out to the world for the rest of my damn little life.
The expressiveness in her hands just gets me.
I want it until I get all this performance anxiety about being perfect and pliant and keeping everyone happy.
Of all the stuff that really gets me here, I think the blushiest part of this is the towel under her bum.
Also, just like, just leave me like that for an afternoon. Please.