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Every girl deserves a best friend, a mom who tries for her, food, and lets be honest ladies a vibrator.

It’s fascinating and fulfilling to see the effects that the gym has on me. Others don’t understand how much I need it. And it is so sad that I don’t have the time to go there whenever I NEED it.

i am exploring need in my working the healing wheel. i have realized that i do not let myself need anyone. if you ask me, i will state, “i do not need anyone.”
and in my head, this is true. there is an exit strategy in case of loss. for everyone i know, i have instilled an exit strategy in case i lose them.
i suppose there is something deeply wrong with me
that i refuse to need anyone.
so, weirdly enough, i have realized that i need to learn to need…but i have no idea how to do that.

Coba dibayangin ada yg bilang gini..

Aku gimana buat kamu? Udah cukup apa ada yg masih perlu diperbaiki? Kira kira kamu lebih suka aku yg bagaimana? Kalau yg sekarang udah cukup belum?

anonymous asked:

i feel like tom would be the kind of guy who wants to film himself eating you out?? And you’re kind of skeptical at first, but once he starts going he’s pulling out all of the stops and literally has you shakinG -💦

Originally posted by tomandharrisongifs

Yes, yes!!!

Other times he is playful and you two just make it a fun game. But with this he has lust on point, dirty talk and all. Shaking and can’t even think straight, he praises how wet you are how you’re shaking for him. He’d slip two fingers inside you gliding in with ease, watching his fingers slide in and out of you from his camera screen. Panting and mewling at the site.


Today I learned wants vs needs & impulses vs deliberation.

now I know I’m very impulsive and I can say things that I want and sometimes that is vvvvvery bad. I have to go home and compile examples of times I have said things that I wanted to and try to find a solution of what could of been needed in that situation instead of how I wanted to just say things for the hell of it. It will set a “frame” of how I will start to handle situations in the future.

I’m told to not go into a rabbit hole about these things. I’m suppose to stay on topic and forgive myself on the things I’ve said. Because the past is the past and you can’t go back, but you can always learn from it! And that’s exactly what I want, I want to learn. I want to learn about myself and be better to myself.

For me I think all my life decisions I’ve made have been impulsive. I feel like when I think about things I’ll start to doubt myself. I have really self esteem and i will think of how everything will go bad.

So now I have to stay on top of things I say and do but most importantly pick my battles wisely. In the end I’m only hurting myself by doing and saying impulsive things.

Another thing I’ve noted talking about impulses, is how I just bottle up my emotions.

I let things hurt me instead of letting it go by talking about how it hurts me. I let it build up until I can’t handle it anymore and just explode and give up. I also want to be able to learn how not to do that.

I think my keyword for the month will be “learn”

I want to learn how to have a better mindset :)

So far I’ve been okay at it, I’ve been reaching out for help when things get tough and I’m happy about that! But I’ve also stopped psyching myself out. I just go for things with positivity.

I feel like my change of attitude has gotten me the promotion at work. I’m just much more assertive and confident about myself, I love the progress so far!!!!


calum-hoodwinked-me  asked:

Let’s say... Tom takes you out to dinner with a group of friends and you decide to tease him for once instead of him teasing you. When you leave and get to head home he tells you “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt”


  • You head out to a casual restaurant, nothing too fancy just out with friends.
  • It all starts with light touches on his shoulder.
  • The table made a comment about how Tom can’t keep a straight face, under any circumstances.
  • That gives you the idea if he can keep a straight face while horny.
  • You start touching him more.
  • First it’s his hair.
  • Next his shoulders.
  • Finally you reach for his knee. Stroking his knee cap with your thumb.
  • He tensed under your touch.
  • “You okay baby.” You whisper in his ear.
  • You’d slowly make you way up his leg till your just at the spot you want.
  • He slaps your hand away.
  • You only smile to yourself.
  • The ride home tom doesn’t even look at you, just grips the steering wheel tighter the closer you get.
  • Getting home, Tom takes you by the arm dragging you into the house.
  • “Your ass is going to even different shades of a hear that fucking stunt.”

anonymous asked:

Roommate Tom offers to rub your shoulders when oh over do it at the gym and are hurting the next day. When he’s working the knots out of your shoulders you keep making different noises. At one point he says “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”

Alright, I got a good one for this.💦😰


You moaned as his fingers expertly rolled over your upper arms, coming back to knead your shoulder blades releasing all the tension.

Since you’d been hitting the gym with your friends your arms and legs would be sore for days after. ’if you’re not sore you’re not doing it right.’ that’s what your friend would always tell you when you started to complain. Not that she wasn’t right, just sometimes you could get tired of hearing it.

But Tom was always your saving grace, willing to rub out the tension in your shoulders and calves whenever you needed. Sometimes you wouldn’t need it just needed to feel his fingers on you. As tom worked your shoulders more digging in deeper your moans grew with it. His mind began to day dream about being with you in a different way, his hands working other parts of your body.

He was lost in the fantasy, being inside you hearing you moan and scream his name. ‘Fuck, i love the sounds you make.’ he praise continuing his rhythem.

“What?” You asked turning out of his hands to face him. That was when Tom realized he spoke out loud. His face went red and his mouth opened to speak, closing soon after when he couldn’t justify what he said. “So, how long have you..ya know?”

You weren’t really sure you wanted the answer but your heart was pounding in yiur ears your mind roaring with excitement. You’d been imagining him in more ways then just sex, it made your heart flutter to think he felt rhe same way abour you that you did about him.

“Forever I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders. You smile hurt your cheeks.

“Well finish rubbing me, babe and we’ll go do dinner.” You said turning back around.

“Direct aren’t you?” He laughed kneading your shoulders once again.

“well we’re you going to ask?”

anonymous asked:

Best friend/roommate Tom with the dialogue prompt: “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh... no, I was just....” “want some help?” “Shut up”

Fuck I’d love to see me some of that!💦


What a day! You threw your keys in the bowl by the door letting your bag slump off your shoulder to a heap on the floor.

Heading to the kitchen you were starving, but when you opened the fridge there was days old Chinese and nearly everything else was condiments or required cooking.

He was home.

Starting down the hall you first checked the bathroom. He wasn’t in there, maybe he was in the bedroom taking a nap. Turning on your heel to Tom’s bedroom, you lifted your hand to knock when a strange sound came through the wood. The sounds were familiar, yet strange to be coming from your roommate. You checked the knob of the door, it was lose. Tom had forgot to lock the door. Quietly you opened it, peeking inside to see just what it was he was doing.

Tom was naked, his track pants around his ankles he hadn’t even bothered to take them entirely off. The full length of his cock standing at attention, his knuckles white as he stroked himself. The popping sound of his movements from all the lotion he was using, he could have borrowed the lube in your drawer; if he even knew you had things like that in your drawer.

The soft moans and sighs coming from his parted lips made you see him differently in that moment. You had always had the biggest middle school crush on Tom even thought about making out with him a time or two, but seeing him in this way you could only think about fucking him.

His pumping quickened and he began to curl his toes knees bending up as he grew close.You pushed open the door just a bit more to see him. But the door creaked to loud, Tom stopped sitting up straight. He grabbed a pillow covering himself, face turning red.

“Were you just masturbating?” you teased, giggling at how flustered he was.

“U-uh… no, I was just….” he stammered scratching the back of his head with one hand while the other held down then pillow.

“want some help?”your confident shooting sky high, hoping he would say yes.

“Shut up!“ He rolled his eyes turning away.

"I was wanting to know what you wanted for dinner.” You asked.

“um-just-uh-five minutes?” He asked still embarrassed.

“is that all it takes?” You teased your bottom lip between your teeth, making sure Tom saw you. “I’d make sure it would go for hours.” You gave him a wink retreating from the room his mouth hanging open.

My dad died and a non relative CB is listing things she “needs” from his home. - I’m on mobile, so pre apologies for autocorrects and formatting. Also for rambling a backstory.My father passed away a few days ago and his siblings have washed their hands of the whole situation. He had no will and as the official next of kin, dealing with the fallout is my responsibility. It’s been brutal. Literally no one has time for this.My dad was never any kind of housekeeper and now that I’ve spent two days in his apartment cleaning it out, I’m starting to understand that he must have been losing capacity for a long time. I’m talking hip level garbage and hoarding. It’s been traumatic to deal with through a grieving period to say the least.So I have an apartment full of shit that needs to get binned, donated, or sold. Mountains of unopened soap and socks and deodorant is being taken by a homeless shelter. All of the clothes in the closet that weren’t on the floor, donated. Dishes etc, donated. But there’s a lot other stuff and I need to extract as much cash out of the apartment as possible to cover a service and cremation and anything else that I don’t even know about yet… Like the trips to the dump, gas money for my boyfriend that he’ll try to not accept, etc.I posted on Facebook to ask my friends for advice about donating things etc, and to update in general about the state of things.One such update, “The apartment clean out continues. It’s become very clear that my father was not all there… Lots of multiples of things he clearly lost in the mess. (BF) just found a life time supply of Dawn dish soap…We still have furniture, electronics, some kitchen stuff. I have several weeks worth of things to post on Craigslist. Loads of wacky/nice vintage stuff. This is a monumental task."Enter my choosing beggar.CB "I need a desk lamp"Me "If you can pick it up, you can have your pick of any/all lamps"I let her know that I’d be back at the apartment on Wednesday and she could come by then.CB "will have to see, trying to get one ASAP"Me "okay, these are free"CB "which is great, just need before Wednesday"She wants a free lamp, delivered.She follows this up with several other disjointed, unassociated comments such as: "TV?” “Office chair with wheels?” “I like dish soap, but not dishwasher soap…” “Power bars are in need here"She wants my soap, as long as it’s the right soap. No please, no thanks, no tact. This is scavenging and she’s not prepared to pick any of it up herself. My boyfriend and I are healthier and have a better vehicle so OBVIOUSLY we should drop these things by.This is regular behaviour and her Facebook page is riddled with CB fodder from literally asking people to pay for things, to take her out to eat, to movies ("I wish I could afford to see….” “I need someone to take me to see….”), then complaining about how she doesn’t have any money to get by… But she’s going to every convention within a four hour drive and making costumes for each one. Or buying novelty sewing machines… Driving to Seattle on a whim for star wars gear… You name it.This woman is the reason I discovered this sub, but this is the first time I’ve been peeved enough to post.

ᴍʏ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴜssᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʀᴏᴏᴍs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs (ɪ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ). ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡᴀs ʙɪɢ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs, ɪ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ, ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ, ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴘᴀᴄᴇs ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴏᴛ ғɪᴛ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʀᴏᴏᴍs ᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ, ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅs. ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ, sᴇʟғɪsʜ, ғᴏᴏʟ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ
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