Me Polly! Help ‘m!

Nobody wants to eat my ass

Part of a longer Tumblr thread about “relaxing” while suspended under archways and doorframes.

There are some people who just... vibrate on a different frequency. You don't always understand why, but their presence just quietly settles something within you, like finding the missing piece of a melody. Makes me wonder what kind of stories their eyes hold, and if maybe, just maybe, they feel a similar hum too. ✨🎶🤔If I was your gf how often would you eat my pussy

Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of how a single glance can turn a simple moment into something beautiful. It's like wearing my favorite CK bra—comforting yet bold, just like that spark of connection we share. 😏✨My fav CK bra

There's a certain quiet energy some people carry. Not loud, but it resonates. Like a song you can't quite place, but you already know all the words to the chorus. Makes me curious what the rest of the album sounds like. 🎶✨My ex left me because I'm too skinny, Do older men like skinny girls?