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I'm 21.
I'm from STL.
I live near Kansas City.
lesbian.
body positive and sex enthusiast.
I'm the bees knees.

intoxicatingtouches:

Still can’t sleep. So butt.

intoxicatingtouches:

Still can’t sleep. So butt.

stophatingyourbody:

#RP @jennifrmtheblox: Happy Thursday guys!❤️☀️ #bodypositive #goodvibes #stophatingyourbody #SHYB

stophatingyourbody:

#RP @jennifrmtheblox: Happy Thursday guys!❤️☀️ #bodypositive #goodvibes #stophatingyourbody #SHYB

53gret0:

coffee-clubbers:

CC,
This post is difficult for me.
I have always sat back in awe at the courage you all show each week. Sharing your secrets, your body, your love. I looked forward to Lioness’ words of encouragement, she reminded me always to love who I am, even though I had never submitted. Now she’s gone, I felt as though I missed my window of opportunity, but I have not. The window is never closed.
I’ve recently begun a new journey of self discovery, as most do after a breakup, and I’m having a difficult time. I’m not comfortable being alone. I feel as though I’m crawling back into this dark hole that I’ve avoided for years. I’m aware of it, I can see it, I can feel it. And yet, I’m not doing anything to avoid it.
I’m hiding in this photo as much as I’m hiding in the real world. I don’t know what’s real anymore, I don’t know who or what I can trust. I feel vulnerable. Hiding seems like my only option.

Posting this on my own blog is a big step for me.
Baby steps. Tiny accomplishments. I’m getting better. One day at a time.

Holy jesus, that is one perfect body.

53gret0:

coffee-clubbers:

CC,

This post is difficult for me.

I have always sat back in awe at the courage you all show each week. Sharing your secrets, your body, your love. I looked forward to Lioness’ words of encouragement, she reminded me always to love who I am, even though I had never submitted. Now she’s gone, I felt as though I missed my window of opportunity, but I have not. The window is never closed.

I’ve recently begun a new journey of self discovery, as most do after a breakup, and I’m having a difficult time. I’m not comfortable being alone. I feel as though I’m crawling back into this dark hole that I’ve avoided for years. I’m aware of it, I can see it, I can feel it. And yet, I’m not doing anything to avoid it.

I’m hiding in this photo as much as I’m hiding in the real world. I don’t know what’s real anymore, I don’t know who or what I can trust. I feel vulnerable. Hiding seems like my only option.

Posting this on my own blog is a big step for me.

Baby steps. Tiny accomplishments. I’m getting better. One day at a time.

Holy jesus, that is one perfect body.

darshanapathak:

Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

glitorisx:

I am actually a terrible person which i hide under multiple layers of sass, sarcasm and self hatred.