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fowdo probably

Do you ship them?

[]Yes

[]No

[x] I just want to put them in a room together and observe their dynamic under different circumstances and what-ifs all the while making notes like I am some kind of animal behaviorist.

imjiahn

deny-the-issue

I really admire a man that can cum while spouting his evil plans and getting his ass fucked

volcanosongs

LITERALLY NOTHING GOES OUR WAY

probuccalfat1

i’m so sorry bulgarian bottoms

junaip3r

Good Omens + Parallels

Sure

Till Lindemann (Mexico, 1999) ©Fernando Aceves

rivulets-corner

I'm on vacation so i haven't done much but i found these photos the other day and the sky looked nice yesterday so i decided to post them to don't leave the blog so empty 😔👌🏻✨

🎶: 怪物 - YOASOBI

stream

PG: Psycho Goreman (2021) dir. Steven Kostanski

tastefullyoffensive

catadromously

reasons.

alfuncoots

And the hairs on my arms all stand up, She’s falling from the tip-top of my skull, all the way down, through my throat, winding past my heart, into my gut, hiding in my bowels, and He sits in the heart-brain space, electric, thrumming, giddy.

Eager for attention, control, always. He needs to be acknowledged, needs to prove that he exists and rattle ghoulishly at the bars of his birdcage - “Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!” Smacking his lips and grinning feral and oh I’m alive! I’m alive! I’m alive!

So I hide in the empty basin and let the hot water hit me. It’s always heat and wax and fire, incense and boiling kettles and mulled wine, scraping my fingernails up the base of my skull to feel a scar from a brass ring that’s no longer there.

Nothing’s here, anymore. Not the guilt, just the anger. Not the sadness, I’m just laughing, flirting, so so so pleased with me. Who wouldn’t be pleased with me? Who would dare? I’m too Scary-wary crazy girl, gulping pills in lukewarm coffee girl, fingers crawling up your skirt girl.

And the gooseflesh doesn’t burn but the fine hairs curl easily, Blacken under flame and raze the ground of me. There’s a teenage girl scrambling away from me, In the dirt and she’s in agony, I pull her all the way into me, And keep her in the bowels of me.

Warming up, O.