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Just Fuck Me
Don’t be afraid to hurt me.
I know you worry. Please don’t. I’m not as fragile as you think.

Don’t tug my hair. Grab it. Force me to my knees with your hands in my hair wrapped in a fist. Pull hard. Make my eyes water.

Don’t graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again.

Don’t caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in.

Don’t nudge my knees apart. Move them like they’re yours to spread. With intention. With possession.

Don’t hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still.

I want it to still hurt tomorrow.
I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints.

Don’t ask me if I’m ok.
I need to let go and not think.
I need you to make me yours.

Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs.

These are the things I can’t control. I don’t want to control. That’s the point.

Don’t doubt.
Don’t worry.
Don’t overthink.

Just fuck me.

(via babythc)

(Source: masterbaad)

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to want to scream and punch things.
Do it.
Let out every ounce of anger you have.
Sit on the floor and cry until you feel numb.
Listen to songs that make your heart sink to your feet.
Write angry letters to all the people who have broken you, left you, ignored you or hurt you.
Throw your hairbrush at the wall.
Do it twelve times.
Do it until you feel like you can breathe again.

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to want to hurt yourself.
Don’t you dare do it.
Sit on the floor and watch cartoons like you did when you were little.
Listen to songs that make you want to dance around your bedroom in your underwear at 3 A.M.
Make paper airplanes out of those angry letters and watch them soar into the fireplace.
Brush all the knots out of your hair and say “I am worth it” into the mirror.
Say it twelve times.
Say it until you feel like you can breathe again.

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to get through it.

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(Source: pessimistiic)

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