i’m on my period rn and it suuuuuuucks🩸
A romantic girl with Dark fantasies is back. Welcome back to the fantasy land, princess
hiiii i’m back. i recently deleted my old blog for personal reasons i won’t go into, but i’m back!!! yay!!!💗💗💗
YES IT IS
If I send nudes or selfies, I want videos of you jerking off to them with audio. Be loud. I want to hear/see everything.
also a need!!!
molest and rape me until im a nothing but a dissociated fucktoy for your cock
😍😍😍
It’s only a patriarchy kink if you’re a feminist otherwise you’re just an asshole.
Yes, rub yourself against my boot while drooling.
Yes, edge all day to keep yourself wet and ready.
Yes, I will make you cry and degrade yourself.
Yes, every hole and fold of your body belongs to me and I will use them whenever and however I want to.
But, when that isn’t happening? I’m going to be honest about how amazing women are while my cum leaks out of you.
hi. i’m 22 years old. i’m female. i’m also a switch, leaning sun. i’m into cnc, degradation and praise, a lil bit of patriarchy kink and voice kink as well. no pedos. ur disgusting if u interact with my blog and ur a pedo. get tf off of here. this blog is STRICTLY 18+!!! NO MINORS!!! i used to be cherrybomb0827. (i think that was my blogs name). this blog is a combination of NSFW stuff and just regular stuff i’m interested in. i’m pretty socially awkward and i have been diagnosed with autism (though i feel like i’m not autistic enough a lot). i want to get back into tumblr and hopefully find some of my old moots!🍒
taken emojis: 🐂😶🌫️
My tongue is out. My brain is off. Using me like the cum rag I am
Is it normal for me to be this turned on so early in the morning, imagining several men taking turns, fucking me hard in all my holes at the same time? 🐰🌷🐻
I’m a amani mother of five children, and I carry this burden alone.
Not just because they are young—
but because the war has stolen everything from us:
our home, our work, our safety, even the right to choose.💔
We live in fear, surrounded by destruction,
in a world that no longer resembles anything familiar.
I'm not just tired—
it's as if the war has settled in my bones.
It eats away at my heart, quietly, every day, every moment.
My children don’t know what childhood feels like.😭💔
All they know is the sound of drones and bombs.
We eat less than the body needs.
We drink water that tastes of rust and dust.
There is no medicine.
Electricity is a rare visitor.
And the sky? It rains fire and terror.
Safety? That’s a word from the past.
They ask me questions I can’t answer:
"Will we survive?"
From the depths of my heart.thank you to the fifteen people who have donated for my children.
and to anyone who has shared the link.
In two years, I’ve only raised 1% of our goal.My voice hasn't reached far. It hasn’t been heard by the one who could help.
But this number isn’t just money.
It’s life.
It’s medicine for my sick child.
It’s food on a cold day.
It’s a blanket for shivering bodies.
It’s hope beneath the rubble.
Please—don’t scroll past. Don’t turn off your light.
We are still here.The war in Gaza is still here.
And we still believe that someone will see us.
That someone will reach out.
Let that someone be you.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #573)✅️
Thank you❤️🩹🙏