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[lisathomasfarari]

Hope you are having a wonderful day ? Did you love the view

[dangerousdanweasalhound]

[dlbbbq]

Reminds me of someone

[open4newfriends]

Seriously who doesn’t like the tickle sensation of a tongue gliding across your asshole? Where is your line with ass play?

[lisathomasfarari]

(via open4newfriends)

[lisathomasfarari]

Drop a '👋' if you’re still here and seeing this!" Back in the feed and feeling refreshed

[lisathomasfarari]

Happy New Year Fam...

[lisathomasfarari]

Good morning, Happy Sunday

[lisathomasfarari]

Happy Sunday! Can I remove my hand for you

[lisathomasfarari]

Good morning, lovers

[lisathomasfarari]

Can't sleep, let FaceTime Daddy

[lisathomasfarari]

How is your day going, baby? Can I dm you

[lisathomasfarari]

Very stunning . Toppsey invites you to come to toppsey and have a look round.... following 3400... 4000 posts ...10.000 likes

Thanks honey

[lisathomasfarari]

Who is up for some fun

[lisathomasfarari]

Very stunning . Toppsey invites you to come to toppsey and have a look round.... following 3400... 4000 posts ...10.000 likes

Thanks honey

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I think about this every year but this trend of American Christmas movies where characters act like Christmas is being forgotten/no one cares about it anymore/it's dying and needs to be saved/etc while the whole country has been flooded with Christmas since Halloween really is a perfect example of how (mainly white) American Christians always see themselves as the victims and persecuted minorities no matter what.

[wiisagi-maiingan]

"Nobody believes in Christmas anymore! We need to save it!" Okay well I've been hearing songs about Jesus in grocery stores since November 1st so forgive me for my doubt.

[lisathomasfarari]

What did you want for Christmas

[lisathomasfarari]

[lisathomasfarari]

Wanna play with my bells? 🎅🏻🔔

[boobs-still-coming]

[hansanity-84]

A great top

[lisathomasfarari]

How many likes for my boobs

[meanwhilepoetry]

I had the dream again, the one where I am standing in the mist asking you to love me despite the ruins of both our childhoods. You tell me the story, the one you love, about the two wolves sharing prey after a forest fire and how even in chaos, hunger is the only thing that can be named. We are all seeking what can sate us in the end. But we devoured each other without consideration for what comes after. Your brutality with the truth. My gnawing ache for vengeance. Our ruined childhoods. Our story always had too many fangs. Tell me, is it too late for us to know each other again? And if it is, why do your wounds still howl with the precise cadence as mine? Why does my heart know your heart's yearning like its own heartbeat?

-Nikita Gill, Chaos Story