it's so cringe how every song on the radio by a woman is about how good she is at having sex. id make a song about being ass at sex. i twist the dick like a pretzel and bite it off that's what id sing
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he wrote this for me
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I learned the word “cum” from reading stephen king books, but he spelled it “come” like a good repressed new england boy so i always thought that’s how it was spelled + still prefer that spelling. Also now whenever i have an orgasm i think of stephen king
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why is pride always in summer. what about the dykes that can't tolerate the heat huh. what about us. I mean them.
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it feels like there should be a million hours between 5 pm and 10 pm but theres only like two
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on all levels except physical i am still here
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every episode of midsomer murders got a
obvious red herring
gossipy bitch
someone heavily involved with a church
sex fiend
very rich person
creepy old man (may or may not be the sex fiend)
someone so repressed they might explode any minute
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A windy day with a moderate temperature will make you feel like you got reborn into a world that really loves you this time
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Hi disgusting followers. How was praying for my downfall today?
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getting home is so epic it's like lol i'm home
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are you in a good headspace to receive my triple barrage hell nightmare skeleton attack right now.
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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.
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"why suck the strap" why look at a sunset. why listen to your favourite song. why stop to smell the flowers. come on now
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