Nothing says “I like you a lot” like a hand around your throat during sex.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
anon hate is like the weakest thing ever. imagine anon hate in real life. imagine a stranger running up to you with a bag over their head and screaming at you. imagine that. thats anon hate.
I picture them more to be dressed like this-
You forgot the sunglasses.
There you go, bro. There you go.
dont fucking shame people for not reading for pleasure
some people have concentration-issues
some people have other hobbies
and some people just dont fucking like reading alright
shut the fuck up and sit down
do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
do you ever see your face from a different angle and have a mental breakdown
I mean who doesn’t like their ass being grabbed. Let’s be honest here.