free use is kind of a funny kink bc it relies on the idea that everybody wants to touch you and have sex with you but what if they don't. what if you tell everybody at the party you're free use but they all ignore you and mind their own business

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free use is kind of a funny kink bc it relies on the idea that everybody wants to touch you and have sex with you but what if they don't. what if you tell everybody at the party you're free use but they all ignore you and mind their own business
The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy.
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Max swallowed against Georgeās hand, her throat squeezing Georgeās thin fingers, the two digits pushed in where a weaker girl wouldāve gagged. Georgeās middle and pointer were pressed up against the flat underside of Maxās top row of teeth, unharmed. Though, as Max squirmed, shifted, squeezed her thighs together in vain, her bottom row would graze the underside of Georgeās fingers, and George would groan, the filthy low sound thudding out from Georgeās chest and shooting right down Maxās spine to her crotch where her knickers were already soaked.
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its such a bizarre experience when you criticise something physical about yourself. like. i can be trying not to stare and wishing i could interrupt to kiss you all over and then you will say something deprecating. you see something so different when you look at yourself, it makes me sad
repeat after me: i am a sexy bitch and no one ruins my 2014
I am a sexy bitch and no one ruins my 2014
i'm not used to missing people, it's a little embarrassing. You see someone and it's like hi I've been dreaming about collapsing into you for the past week. And then just stand there because how do you admit that they've been in your mind every minute since you last saw them
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āit must be tough to stick with meā the entire country of italy calls you the predestined one. half of the paddock is obsessed with you. quite literally the entire f1 world regardless of team loyalty wants to see you win a wdc. charles how do i make you see how loved you are
@exploding-porridge this doesnt make sense to you but whenever you say something self depreciating this is what im thinking
also charles binned it in the wall like four races in a row so. you can physically not be worse than that
strangely sweet, I love you
writing a fic and needing to invent a realistic reason why they broke up and perhaps this is ego but i can't imagine it happening to us
very happy.
any ideas for the fic?
I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like youāre not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. Youāre not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. Youāre not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. Youāre not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Donāt let your ego get in the way.
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everything is completely fine at the moment so why do I still wake up everyday not wanting to live
i see your asks will respond later am having a Evening you have so much love in your heart thanks for giving them to me
are you alright? i'm sorry about your evenings.
need to drape over her like a blanket please
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