Fluffy Adams.
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Second guesses
My mind twisted with pain and anger, it turned with regret, and second guesses, and finally it sputtered from the exhaustion of not being good enough. I hated this, the pain was too much. Sometimes it came from stress, sometimes certain triggers, and other times it was everyday life. Sometimes the only thought was to not only not go on like this, but not go on at all. There was too much going on, people chatted loudly from one corner, and laughed obnoxiously from another.
By Fluffy Adams. 2 years ago in Motivation
White-hot
Thunder cracked nearby; lightening flashed through the windows. The scent of clean, crisp rain came through the half-opened window. She couldn’t sleep, the book she was reading got under her skin. A lusty, romance novel, cheesy but hot, her favorite genre. She was a little buzzed after two glasses of Moscato. Her skin tingled and hummed; she was on fire. Her body was on high alert, her clit ached and throbbed with desire. She wouldn’t be able to rest, he had to be up soon for work but she needed him.
By Fluffy Adams. 3 years ago in Filthy
Contained.
I’m angry that I will never fall in love with a man that has a last name for a first name. Something like James Devin or Christian Jacob. Two first names sounded like a Rockstar or some free-lance artist. Someone gorgeous, an adventurist that could have anything they wanted. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I hated what stared back, a creature that belonged in some horror film. Long unruly dark blond hair hung just past my shoulders. Grey-purple bags stood out under my eyes. My skin; extra white and pasty. Months of sleepless nights and laying around inside while watching ridiculous romance series. I looked like hell and felt worse.
By Fluffy Adams. 3 years ago in Poets