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this show, like that chair, is gold
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I think of you so often you have no idea.
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TURN DOWN FOR WHAT??
We’re having pizza for dinner, is that ok?
so i asked my friend to photoshop a picture of waluigi over my boob so i could send it to the dumb boys that ask/have already asked me for nudes and the reactions are amazing
i think iv found my new favorite thing to do
if magikarp can do nothing and then suddenly grow up to be really useful then so can i
Also good for the kids. They encourage having slow readers read to the family pets. A dog will listen to a kid read a whole book one damn sssyl-la——-ble at a time, and it will never get frustrated, or correct their pronunciation, or start playing Angry Bird because it can’t stand listening to the slowness any more. The dog will look at the kid approvingly, because, human. Human is talking. Human is interacting.
So this is a great win-win.
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Sext: Pull me into your chest. Inhale me like one of your cigarettes. Savor my taste; soak in my scent. Allow me to leave you gasping for fresh air.
Sext: I’m exhausted. I no longer wish to imagine your hands tracing the contour of my frame. Dominate me. Wake my body from the unconscious wasteland it has become. Please, climb inside of me and plant your presence.
Sext: I thought I was finished with inviting toxins in to taint my bloodstream, but holy shit, one look at you and I wanted to inject you straight into my veins.
Sext: I want to make a home of your lips.
Sext; Kiss me until the only thing I can taste is your name burned into my tongue.
Sext: I’ll look up at you through green eyes and I’ll feel you shake.
Sext: I feel you breathe “fuck” on to my neck and I moan your name into your ear.
Sext: Our bodies pressed against each other could write symphonies. I want to become the song you can’t get out of your head.
Sext: I crave your fingertips on my mouth.
Sext: I’d like to drown in you.
Sext: Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.
Sext: I wouldn’t mind melting into you.
Sext: I bet you feel so good between my thighs.
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