Samantha, 18, England. 18+ Only. James Deen, rough sex and being eaten out...
Anonymous said: Can you recommend any serial killer documentaries that I can watch on youtube?
Since becoming a mother two years ago, I’m constantly going back and forth between loving my body and being horribly depressed about it. I love the reminder that my body did something so amazing. During my pregnancy, each new mark was a source of great joy; it meant my son was growing. But some days, I’m struck with the realization that I’m twenty years old, and this is my body now. No matter how much I may love it, there will always be someone. Some woman at the beach telling her husband that I shouldn’t be wearing that. Some man trying to hurt my feelings by pointing out my sagging stomach or my flattened breasts.
Since giving birth, I’ve had some hip problems that, last month, ended up with septic arthritis. I had emergency surgery to clean out the fluids and infection, and now I have a new mark. It’s still pink and raw and peeling. I know one day, it will be a reminder of the people that care for me; my boyfriend for making me go to the ER. His mother for taking me in for four weeks so that she could do my IV medication for me. My friends who immediately stepped forward to watch my son while I was in the hospital and my boyfriend was at work. Members of the community that have helped buy food and clothes for me and my son. This mark will remind me of the kindness in the world.
I’m hoping I can keep that in mind when the “someones” show up.
Namiah, you wonderful woman! Did you realize that during this write up you went from remarking on possible things you didn’t like about yourself to affirming and even thanking others for their profound impact on you? I’m so proud of you for just being really honest about your struggle. To say you are more than the sum of your parts does not do it justice because your parts are wonderful - your sum is infinite. Blessings to you and your family & friends.
Cards Against Humanity.
I’m a big fan. Well, I bought this.
It’s great. It hold all of my shit. But it holds something else too.
If you have it, open your box.
You see how I started to tear away at the top of the box there?
Do it carefully.
There’s something in there. What could that be?
There’s a card.
There is a card literally hidden in the top of the box.
But what card?
I fucking love these people.