RMH

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blake kathryn
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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Cosmic Funnies
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tannertan36
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hello vonnie
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Keni
The Stonewall Inn

izzy's playlists!
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@my-lusty-archive
his cum painting my tits like a love letter no one else gets to read.
u know what’s really fun and in style right now? making others feel loved and valued
They should invent a guy who, after a hard day's work, just wants to go home and make out with his wife's pussy.
I wanna give a cute boy head and listen to him moan my name as i choke on his dick and grip his thigh 🥺
I dont even think I want to have a baby I just want to be pregnant and feel his baby inside me from now til forever. I want to go out in public and be marked that I belong to him and he belongs to me. To shelter and swell with something that's his.
I feel like my cum is so special at the moment. It is a spark that brings life into the world. Sacred and meant for deep intimacy and connection. I cannot bring myself to waste it. To let it go without connection and creation
I ache, and want, and feel the horniness of it, but it’s lost in the shadow of the sacred.
I want more. I want spirit to spirit. Heart flowing through heart. Two lovers becoming one breath
It feels like a delicacy I’m eating that’s meant for a celebration. There’s a taste in the back of my throat like I’ve had too much sugary icing from too many pieces of cake, or a sour stomach from too much ice cream eaten too quickly. And all this in the quiet, echoey environment. Aware of how without company I am. Without companionship in this delicacy
Or, It tastes all wrong. Like store bought frosting instead of homemade buttercream. The latter is simpler, refreshing and sweet. The former has many things that aren’t good to eat, the taste is too sweet, and, even new from the store it’s stale
The genuine, the real, the fresh, the sweet simplicity and wholesomeness of it all
Not even to mention the difference between hearty food and treats anyway. Or how the smell of one stalk of grass. How its heart is fresh and sweet. A real we can absorb and distinguish with one sense. This was made with me. This blade of grass is a cousin; made by the same creator, but it for a different house
missing my tumblr crush in my notifs
“I’d die for you” “I’d kill for you” ok
but would you remember my favourite colour?
Boil enough water for two coffees?
Would you truly listen?
Stay a while longer on a bad day?
Split a fruit in half because it tastes better when shared?
Would you care about the small things?
Reblog if you’ve got a bad case of baby fever.
I was imagining when my baby boy’s birthday would be if I filled up his momma tonight
that attention hit different when it’s from who you want.
For my mental health, I need to grind on someone’s bulge
buy her books and eat her pussy
Her handle is STPeach
I got you a new necklace sweetheart 🖤
Im the oldest daughter…of course i want to be babied and turn my brain off around you, ive had to take care of everyone around me🙄
Fuck nudes send me audios of you cumming and saying my name.