My name is Chelsea. 30. Recovering addict. Parent. Learning to live again. Letβs get weird. π½π³οΈβπ
Some posts may be considered NSFW 18+
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obsessed with that face tops make when they accidentally discover a weak spot of yours or a kink of yours through something they did. that little surprised face and then the WICKED grin and then they say some shit like “oh? so you like this? yeah?” and then they do it again??? it gets to me every time on god
(via dyke-ish)
had i loved me better i wouldn’t have been in most of the situations i placed myself in. but with pain there is always purpose. everything happens for a reason. stay gracious.
When you two are making out in bed and your hands starts roaming down her body. Finally you get to her thighs and she automatically spreads her legs and arch her back a bit so you can touch her there. “Hmmm… are you that needy, baby girl?”
“Kissing you is like busting 100 jars full of butterflies, and they’re trying to escape my stomach but can’t find an exit. It’s like trying to breathe but the flowers growing in my lungs prohibit inhaling, and it’s so fucking beautiful that I can’t help but give my last breath to feel your lips.”— sw (via xochaton)
(via spencercj)
murderer: (via text) im going to kill you
me: (a week later) omg im so sorry… i saw this when i was in the middle of doing something else and then just completely forgot about it
(via maxirad)
Friendly reminder that you don’t have to wait until the weekends to live and enjoy your life. Go to your favorite coffee shop after school, call your friend, bake cookies on a Wednesday afternoon, dance around in your underwear. Your life is yours to live and you shouldn’t put it on hold because of work or school.
whats it like to have energy
whats it like to have disposable income
whats is like to have the time?
whats it like to have friends?
(via maxirad)