My hair is to about here now, too.
I used to do that thing where you dip your head back and pull the strand to make yourself feel like it’s longer.
I still do that now.
hands
I had a dream last night that I was in the library, having a threesome with two people who are incredibly important to me. Only, I didn’t want either of the people to realize it was a threesome and that I was fucking more than one of them.
Meanwhile, my classmates in my Thursday seminar were waiting around the corner for me.
Oh, my subconscious.
Nightmare by blueabyss17404
I mean, just as long as he intends to mess up some sheets with me afterwards.
Just was alerted that I got a new email. It was from a certain tumblrer who I admire very, very much. And who clearly knows me very, very well.
©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#251)
Cool weather means more candle rights?
Longing.
It almost looks as if he is embracing her. There’s a definite feeling of sweetness. The way her hand is resting on his side is just absolutely tender. But then you see the way his right hand is pulling and it’s an entirely different story. And, somehow, it all fits perfectly.
James Deen: The answer to my mother’s insistence that I just find myself a nice Jewish boy.
She belongs to him. Every inch. Every breath. Every sigh. His.
“Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction,“ William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
Theirs.