I want you fully devoted to me while I’m pregnant with your baby. I want you to be as obsessed with me as I am with my belly. I want to know that as I get bigger and bigger I turn you on more. I want you to walk up behind me and hug me, rub my growing midsection and massage my extra sensitive breasts that are already exploding out of my bras.

Specifically I want your hands to start at my hips and feel how much wider they’ve become because of you. Then i want your hands to travel up my body, rubbing my heavily pregnant stomach in circles. I don’t want you to miss an inch. And when you get to my chest I want you to come from the bottom and just get a handful on each side and just grab. Massage. And while you’re doing that I want you breathing and panting in my ear while talking me through it. I want to hear you groan as you’ve got fistfuls of my tits in your hands. I want to feel you press your body against me so I can feel how hard you are.

Tell me how much I turn you on today. Tell me what changes you notice in my body. Tell me how you love my belly as it gets bigger, heavier, lower, and more lopsided. I want to feel your gaze on me each time a shirt gets tighter and tighter until it gets so tight on my chest I can barely breath much less pull down my abdomen. I want to get so big I can only walk around in underwear because I can’t button any pants and your shirts are officially too tight. I don’t want to just outgrow my own clothes. I want to get so big with your baby inside me that I don’t fit into yours either.

I want you to be on top of feeding me and watching me get bigger with every bite. I want you to notice how I can only sit with my legs spread open because this pregnancy has caused my belly take up the room between my legs when I sit. I want a belly so big it can be used as a table and can only be described as jutting out.

I want you to be devoted to my every craving, need, and cry for help as it gets harder and harder for me to navigate the world. I want my pregnant belly to be the sign to the world that I’m taken. I’ve been claimed. I’m yours. I only want YOU to be the one to get me pregnant. I’d go through this for no one else but you

"my pretty girl" excuse me while i go cry

Shout-out to the autistics who crave hugs. Shout-out to the autistics whose love language is touch.

And shout-out to the autistics who were denied a timely diagnosis because a misinformed professional thought you were "too affectionate" to be autistic.

You aren't any less autistic because of how you show affection. And you aren't nearly as rare as pop culture and outdated research would imply.

ur missing out on thr weird girl pussy u stupid fucking idiot

Why stress her out when you can stretch her out

Someone in an autism facebook group I'm in just asked "How am I supposed to earn enough to make a living without burning out?"

Someone replied: "You're not. Even neurotypicals can't right now in the system designed for them. We're the canaries in the coalmine. When we start failing, they know something is wrong."

Imagine my shock as a neurodivergent teen when I first realized that using large vocabulary and eloquent speech doesn't make you less likely to be misinterpreted, rather it adds an entirely new layer of misinterpretation I had never even realized existed in the form of people thinking you're being snobbish or condescending when you're just trying to be specific

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

Promise? 🥹👉👈🥹

yeah, no, sorry. you’re not gonna stay that small for long, you’re too cute and fertile

Coming home and taking off all my clothes to get comfy is my favorite thing to do.

I wanna be your porn, I want you to use pics and vids of me to get off whether I'm there or not.

@staff why is Israel trending but gaza or palestine isn't? Seems a bit biased to me.

My OF, my Instagram, my whole life be like...

Me posting on tumblr:

O my Goddess, YES! Years of narcissistic abuse, struggling to live and raise my kids below the poverty line, undiagnosed AuDHD and so, so much disappointment and heartbreak...I am bruised, I am tired, I am not the same girl anymore. Self care only goes so far. Touching grass isn't enough, I need the collapse of the capitalist colonial patriarchal empire.

do u ever miss your own energy. like damn what happened to me