The kind of relationship when our fuck you is our always; the kind I be talking mad shit to cause you done fucked up but we still kiss & make up. The kind I let spank my ass in public

pump-kin asked:
Is that like a pole in your room or is that a gap in between the mirrors lol, on another note, nice underwear :)

A split in the Mirror

untexting:

it’s so sad when you crave someone you can’t have

"I didn’t want you
to only fuck me,
I wanted you to
love me.

But I didn’t know what to
convince you with
besides my body."

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