Do i get hard when kissing you? Bitch I get hard to the idea of you existing, fuck is you talking about.

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Do i get hard when kissing you? Bitch I get hard to the idea of you existing, fuck is you talking about.
@theestallion: I know my parents are looking down on me so proud 💙 Thank you everyone for all the love today
anyone else remember being 13 on tumblr and every morning youd scroll down until you got to posts from the night before like it was the morning paper
— the vision.
““It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.””
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I love all the possible implications from: “Mama is trans and wasn’t out back then”, “Mama successfully committed feminist voter fraud”, to “Mama just fucking voted and the people running her local ballot box knew what was fucking good for them and stayed out of her way”.
“this reminds me of you” ok kiss me then
““To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.””
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“Sometimes people come into your life and you are never the same. Whether they stay or not. Love is not about staying. Sometimes it’s about walking away. Sometimes it is knowing the absolute best for a person, an individual, and knowing where they need to grow. This world is gigantic and breathless, and far too often we box ourselves in, suffocate ourselves by not wandering and not seeing all the truth and beauty in different dimensions, different plains, countries, people. I think once you find yourself, and you must, you then are ready, a perfumed, blossomed heart, for love.”
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