riphssmyth

Tell me, am I not the only one who is sick of these damn old men deciding what women are going to do with their bodies?

ywp is my home away from home

except it's always at my home

so it is my home

I was walking through the bush when I stumbled upon a quaint fairy dwelling built into the surrounding oaks.

It's cold outside so I shiver.

It's hot inside, so I sweat.

I'm starting to freeze, starting to crack.

The words, the thoughts build up in my chest

Trying to climb up into my throat

But I won't let them