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It’s my fault, isn’t it?

extramadness

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Best Life Lessons To Prepare You For 2019

lohver

important!

whoisstandingnexttoyou

“Falling in love is easy. But a lifetime, there’s a miracle. Relationships aren’t always easy. Divorce doesn’t just happen and relationships don’t just end in an instant. We all want to love, to be happy. So why aren’t we? Because we’ve become experts at sabotaging our own happiness. Feeling like victims when in fact it’s the choices we make, the bad habits, the vices, the inability to show love and compassion. These are the things that tear us down. We’re not victims. We’re assassins when it comes to love and happiness.”

— One Tree Hill

Thoughts

she was made for this.... a longing that she feels deep inside her womb. her souls is drawn to that of a true Master. One who's thoughts and words can bring her to an emotional orgasmic high as much as His body can. Trouble is... she fights situations and life... she battles distance. The connection that is there is unbelievable... and it shows that the fates do create soul-binding connnections that are truly written within the stars... but did it just happen as a cruel joke? Everything is right... feels right... but seems near impossible

spaced-out-julissx

You guys I don’t know what the heck happened but the Momo challenge is somehow back??? Anyways this is a super dangerous challenge and it is classified as cyberbullying. So please I urge y’all to not fall into the trap of this deadly challenge and if you do get messages, just tell a trusted adult. This is really dangerous and you playing it encourages other kids to do it. WhatsApp is helping out and tehy’re saying to block and report anyone who is encouraging you to do this challenge. Anyways, I know most of you have enough brain cells to comprehend that this is something to not fool around with. Just reblog in order to get people’s attention to stop doing this. Thank y’all and stay safe please..

myredbike

“She had a deep seeded need for being told to get on her knees. The exhilaration she felt when his strong hand gripped her hair and pushed her mouth onto him was difficult for her to describe. She craved him groaning the words ’my slut’ into her ear when he pounded her body. But what she truly loved, what gave her the peace and balance she so desperately desired, was feeling his arms close around her afterwards, his face disappearing into her wild hair and his calming breath gliding over her skin as she fell asleep. His lust meant nothing without his love.”