I hate that I feel better with you next to me.
I would give up fucking all the random guys I fuck all the time for someone who can treat me the way I deserve to be treated.
I come home on the weekends still ever I moved out/ got kicked out. I’m laying in the bed I used to sleep in every night, the room I made my own. The smells, the vibes, the entire thing. My favorite things are still here that I refuse to bring to bring where I’m staying because I just won’t. My comfort blankets, my good perfumes, Ariel’s favorite two stuffed animals I was religiously sleeping with every night after I have him up, certain clothes, and things because I want it staying how it is. But even when I’m back for the weekends it feels different. I’m so different.
The NEW Stretch Vinyl Pant: SHOP NOW
Extra shiny vinyl high-waist pants featuring an elastic waistband, and form-fitting silhouette.
• 80% Polyester / 20% Spandex Stretch Vinyl Construction
• S has 30 3/4” (78.1 cm) inseam
My natural hair is so short.