saythankyoumaster:

I have you. Feel me take you. All of you. You are mine.

saythankyoumaster:

Mine.
“I’m sorry, I’m awful, I’ve just felt so terribly destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible.”
— J.D Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via larmoyante)

(via nervosum)

themisadventuresofmaddy:

do you ever feel like you’re just sort of 

there

like all your friends go out and do things and have fun and do stupid things with their best friends and instead of doing all that you’re just sort of this mildly entertaining thing that people take an interest in once in a while but they wouldn’t really care if it was gone

like you just sort of exist but you don’t really mean anything

(via rebellion)

saythankyoumaster:

Control her. Control her orgasm. Remind her that her pleasure is yours to give.

saythankyoumaster:

Can you handle it all? Handle me thrusting every last inch deep inside you as I cum?

(via saythankyoumaster)

“Ich hab bis jetzt jeden, der mich liebte, in die Knie gezwungen, niemand wusste mit mir umzugehen, nicht mal meine Familie, wenn ich vor Kälte fast erfror.”
— Maeckes (via sekundenbruchteile)

(via nervosum)

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

(via nervosum)

[aggressively thinks about having sex with you while keeping a straight face]

(via atlaschambers)

Does it? It shouldn’t, so why did I break up?

(via nervosum)

“My father broke my heart long before any boy had the chance to.”
— (via densely)

(via nervosum)