Would you consider yourself a boring person?
Yes
Not any more, but I used to be
No

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Would you consider yourself a boring person?
Yes
Not any more, but I used to be
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Beauty is, in some way, boring. Even if its concept changes through the ages… a beautiful object must always follow certain rules. A beautiful nose shouldn’t be longer than that or shorter than that, on the contrary, an ugly nose can be as long as the one of Pinocchio, or as big as the trunk of an elephant, or like the beak of an eagle, and so ugliness is unpredictable, and offers an infinite range of possibility. Beauty is finite, ugliness is infinite like God.
Umberto Eco, On Ugliness
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Jenny Holzer (C.B.) - 'Boredom Makes You Do Crazy Things' ~ Illustration
wedding nerves.
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your eyes welled up as they darted anywhere but your husband right infront of you. the priest’s words faded out into the background, before he cupped your face, focusing your attention back on him, his sculpted, sharp jaw, his crisp line up, the way he stared into your soul as he licked and bit his lower lip. “I got you mama.” he whispered, gently removing his hand off your cheeks before giving my hand a squeeze.
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“Fuuuck I got you mama—let it alll out.” he groaned, thrusting deeper into your wet,greedy cunt as it squelched with each thrust. he reached down, cupping your face, forcing you to watch him fuck you as your cries and moans grew louder. He rubbed on your clit with the swift motion of his thumb as he continued sliding in and out of your sweet hole..
oneshot cz I js thought of it nd im bored🥹
To elude boredom man either works harder than is required to satisfy his other needs or he invents play, that is to say work designed to assuage no other need than the need for work as such. He who has become tired of play, and who has no fresh needs that require him to work, is sometimes overtaken by a longing for a third condition which stands in the same relation to play as floating does to dancing and dancing to walking — for a state of serene agitation: it is the artist's and philosopher's vision of happiness.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human, 611