-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

i need all the help i can get for finals

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

Hoping this post can bring some light back into my life

maybe this will be my good luck charm <3

all my girl mutuals that cook are literally better than any known professional chef

18 tips from a person on their last day of being 18

1) surround yourself with people that inspire growth in you like buds blooming in rose bushes

2) write three good things about each day, whether they’re as small as eating a good brownie or having your first firework kiss

3) don’t accept who you are now, know that sunnier days are beyond the horizon if you walk to them

4) people spend too much time in their brains, focusing on their own clockwork, as harsh as it is we are too occupied with ourselves to think about what others are doing, remember this when you feel self conscious

5) you can rewear outfits, don’t feel the need to conform, that top is pretty celebrate it like birthday cake or gold star stickers

6) the world can be flipped on its head any day or any minute, tell those you love you love them, talk to them while they’re here

7) find songs that feel like salty waves washing over you, and play them on repeat

8) fall in love with your surroundings, you’ll feel caramel nostalgia for them when you leave

9) lose your mind in other worlds, enjoy your time escaping

10) fuck it, cut your hair

11) the things that make you different don’t make you weird, they make you you

12) when things feel overwhelming, explosive and messy remember the vines will one day untangle again and you will be surrounded by a garden

13) tell people about your favourite things, share your glittered passion with other people and drench them in sparkles too

14) cracked hearts can be healed by the grace of time and kindness

15) do things that make your insides feel like lemon sherbet, the things you enjoy, even if you’re not the best at them

16) do not define your worth by what you see online, social media is constructed by other people, let your worth be constructed by you

17) tell people how you feel, one day they won’t be in your life anymore and that terrifying question will just be a jagged edge in your memory, make it a lesson not a regret

18) be kind to yourself, soak your heart in honey and water the flowers produced by your mind, be talented and educated and thoughtful and understanding

So I’ve been thinking

So I’ve been thinking

About your hands, specifically

I want them to come up from behind me and have you wrap one around my throat and the other to cover my mouth while you grind into me from behind, the bulge from your strap very apparent on my ass

I’ll grip the desk in front of me while moaning into your hand

You’ll chuckle darkly in my ear and that will only make me moan louder

The hand around my throat will travel down my body, just grazing over my breasts, eliciting a strangled gasp from me but you ignore the way my body twitches and continue your path down to my lacy panties

I’ll already be dripping wet for you and my panties soaked through

Your fingers will feel my mess and it will be your turn to moan brokenly in my ear

I’ll shiver at the delicious sound you make and rock my hips against your fingers, desperate for friction

You’ll bite the shell of my ear in warning, making me stop, you’re in charge here

Your fingers will massage my clit outside my panties, your other hand muffling my moans

You’ll tease me with naught but your fingers for a while, getting me right on the edge but never any further

Eventually your hand will delve beneath my panties and you’ll groan in my ear

I’ll be dripping wet for you, just from the smallest of touches

You’ll bite my shoulder as you mercilessly finger me and I’ll lean into your touch, my muffled sounds of pleasure driving you wild

Soon enough you will have enough and leave me wanting more, taking your fingers out of me and bringing them to my mouth

I’ll take them past my lips and suck greedily, groaning at the taste of me

Your belt buckle will clink and my thighs will clench together

I’ll feel your cock teasing up and down my pussy and your hand pushing me down against the desk

With no warning, you’ll thrust hard into me and I’ll cry out, pushing back against you

Your hands, your strong butch hands, will grasp my hips in a bruising grip, using them as leverage as you fuck me hard and slow, not bothering to speed up, despite my whining

You’ll play this game for a while, but something in you will snap when you hear me breathlessly gasp, oh daddy, and suddenly you’re driving into me with no restraint

My moans will change in pitch and I’ll clutch the edge of the desk for dear life

As much as you’d like to draw this out, my orgasm builds quickly and I beg you to let me cum

Please daddy, oh god please let me cum, your cock feels so good

You’ll grant me release, but not before slapping my ass a few times and making me count each stroke

I’ll cum loudly against you, writhing beneath your grasp, thanking you for making me feel so good

We’ll both come down from our highs, gasping for breath, and you’ll lean down, pressing gentle kisses on my shoulder, brushing my hair away so you can continue to kiss my burning skin

You’ll pull out of me and I’ll moan at the loss, but you’ll scoop me up in your arms, lifting me to sit on the desk and cup my face in your hands, gently rubbing your thumbs across my cheeks as you kiss me sweetly

I’ll wrap my arms around you, completely and utterly content

Your hands will rub up and down my back and I’ll look up at you, hearts in my eyes

You’ll kiss the tip of my nose and we’ll wear matching grins

relationships should be 50/50 she looks pretty & i murder anyone who looks at her

from the beginning of our beginning i was yours only yours

over the years i learnt to hate my birthday. i’ve spent 18 years watching my friends as they got their locker decorated, party’s planned even when they insisted they weren’t having one, their boyfriends showering them in flowers and love poems. while each year when my birthday comes around it’s full of twitter balloons instead of real ones, my best friend forgetting until the days half way over even though i’ve been with her since 8 am, and boys breaking my heart. why can’t just one year people treat me as though i am actually special to them. maybe it’s because i’m not.

4am

I hate celebrating my birthday. I get really selfish and expect people to treat me extra special. But I hate the special attention, I prefer to be ignored. Then at the end of the day, I get sad because I do end up getting ignored. Birthday blues are the worst.

due to personal reasons im evil now

I am so sad but I don’t have time for it

cool story bro. now kiss me on the lips

and yet

I see you. I know a twitch from your leg when it scares me awake. I know the space between your shoulders.

I know your soft side-neck. I know the small wrinkles on the lids of your eyes.

I know your excited-face. I know the arch in your lower back when you look at your butt in the mirror. I know your hair all bunched up and curly from the heat. I know how your waist dips when you lay on your side. I know the red lines across your back after you take your bra off.

I know the inside of your hands, your palms and I know the skin on your fingers. I know the ringlets that form at your ears I know the feeling of your chin pressing mine  I know the way you take small steps when you walk.

I know the little dance you do in public when a song comes on I know your wrists, I know your lips I know your irises and I know your freckles I know your cheek on mine. I know your forearm and the tattoo that still feels raised in places. i know that when we kiss and you take your glasses off, you mean business

goal : make out with a boy

target : acquired

mission : accomplished