if he doesn’t buy birthday freya calico critter to put on top of your birthday cake does he even love you

my december stats are gonna be empty af because i’m about to have the time of my life with my husband who will be taking me out to many places and fancy restaurants for the entirety of december for my birthday and the holidays and i will forget about everything else and we will have so much fun YAYYY

I'll forever hold you in my embrace

My babiechichi

i ♡ being his spoiled princess

My adoration, my stella maris

may every eye that watches me with ill intent be forced to watch me rise

the greater the power, the more the abuse // you are the hand, i worship the bruise // if romance is dead, i guess i’m a necrophiliac // something about the way you beat me down that i’ll never learn // you’re the point of no return // the pain in my chest, the stain on your dress // the glass in my eye // but this life is a joke, and death is the punchline

You're my precious aiko

i’d rot in hell with you, if you’d just ask me to // i love the shitty things we do together // live with me in this sin forever // we take things a little far, but you couldn’t name a place i wouldn’t go with you // i’d crawl in bed with you even on someone else’s love // on top of someone else’s blood in the worst motel we find, ‘cause home is the last place i’d stand to be with anyone but you ♡

this passage from simone de beauvoir’s “the second sex” is very dear to me, so i wish to share it with you all: “the little girl’s sense of secrecy that developed at prepuberty only grows in importance. she closes herself up in fierce solitude: she refuses to reveal to those around her the hidden self that she considers to be her real self and that is in fact an imaginary character: she plays at being a dancer like tolstoy’s natasha, or a saint like marie leneru, or simply the singular wonder that is herself. there is still an enormous difference between this heroine and the objective face that her parents and friends recognize in her. she is also convinced that she is misunderstood: her relationship with herself becomes even more passionate: she becomes intoxicated with her isolation, feels different, superior, exceptional: she promises that the future will take revenge on the mediocrity of her present life. from this narrow and petty existence she escapes by dreams.”

Hello this is their husband and owner

when i’m with you, i no longer have tainted flesh // you still hold me even though i’m made of fire burning through, you hold me gently

lucky girl syndrome and divine protection ♡

You're my Grade A slab of meat

i’m such a slut for him omgggg

Is this account for your pure christian girl side

You're my pinay dream girl