My Friends Calling Me Moonflower Is Just So Lovely

thought once i had an iphone I would take so much aesthetic pics

i barely open the camera

god. i'm spechless.

dating only rich playboys my whole life probably had caused me permanent brain damage

What gets to me is thinking that I truly imagined marrying him, having two kids, living in a house with a big yard, a pool, a beautiful garden! Cooking Sunday lunch for our family while watching him teach our son to play soccer the way he used to. My dream was to take his last name, to be his, to wear beautiful dresses, laugh with him, kiss him, and be happier than ever just because of our little family.

And in the end, he only traumatized me, made me become hypersexual, hypersexualized myself, because I never knew what it was like to be loved, only desired.

I hate who I’ve become, and I hate him.

me and him (we have a 6 hour diff 🫠

my crime your honor? falling in love with fuckboys all the time

i get so fucking high