This is my truth, now tell me dear, what is yours?


I'm Samantha. Not Sam. Not Sammy. Just Samantha.

Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.

I miss having multiple orgasms. Meh.

I realized, when it comes to boys i either completely love them or find them completely intolerable.

Maybe the kind of love I yearn for doesn’t actually exist.

According to eegrejyus, my hip popping means i’ve been fucked too hard in my life.