Being so horny you can feel your heartbeat in your genitals
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LMMFAO….I do…
Unfff i do too. 😉😊😘
Definitely
I totally do
The throb oh the throb.....
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Being so horny you can feel your heartbeat in your genitals
LMAO. I have no idea what you’re talking about. 😌
LMMFAO….I do…
Unfff i do too. 😉😊😘
Definitely
I totally do
The throb oh the throb.....
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When you kinky and sexual and shit but still got a real big heart
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…I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.
Pablo Neruda, excerpt from The Saddest Poem (via thelovejournals)
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Was trying to do a vlog about bipolar when it kicked in this is real pain u see in video I spend most my alone time sober like this our 6 year anniversary is Saturday October 22nd it’s Thursday and I know for a fact that there is another man balls deep in my soul mate am my bipolar cost me my relationship my house my job and dog and it will cost me my life you can die from a broken heart I never meant to hurt you I was sick but my cure is in your comfort my goddess
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