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Do you all remember that one bad lifeguard from Lilo & Stitch? IG: kieraplease
This is your sign that you’re going to be okay. You’re going to survive this. You’re going to find happiness soon.
I’m in the mood for a sloppy make out session you know the one where you’re running your fingers through her hair and she slowly makes her way into your lap. Trying her best not to break this kiss. You put your hands on her ass squeezing it as she moans into your mouth. You pull away and start kissing her neck. Her moans get louder and her hips start moving. She’s pulling your hair making you let out a moan. Your hands are on her hips guiding her and she continues to grind back and forth. She’s a mess, her face is flustered and she’s whining, begging you to fuck her. You know??
What does a girl have to do to get calum hood’s hands wrapped around her throat?! 😩😩
I still hate it. It’s humiliating. Not to me it’s not. Thor: Ragnarok (2017)
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Do you remember the magic of falling in love for the first time? The first girl I ever really, truly, fully loved still holds a kind of fondness I afford no other. We texted nonstop, and I remember distinctly the panic I felt on days spent away from home in areas with bad cell service, and how I would run about trying to find a strong enough signal for just a moment so I could respond to her never-failing “goodnight.” I remember the texture of her hair, the sound of her laugh, the swing of her feet. I remember the bad parts, too- the confusion, the pining, the internalized homophobia, the awkward questions, the final, violent heartbreak- but mostly I remember her sweetly, little associations that surface with dreamlike clarity: fresh cucumbers, four-leaf clovers, newly-sprung grass, silver bangles, and most of all, her smile: again, and again, and again, and again.