So, I can’t stop thinking about the black lipstick thing.

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So, I can’t stop thinking about the black lipstick thing.
Sometimes I just wonder about what would have happened if Su hadn’t knocked on that damn door in Ruins of the Empire.
I love them, they love each other, it’s all good.
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My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. Until I even believe that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Everyday you play (Juegas Todo Los Días), Pablo Neruda.
Obviously, Ron just said something dumb.
♥
I realized today I never drew my babies as Lynda and Tara, and truly, that was a mistake.
(Also, Perfuma knows she’s about to be kissed senseless and she’s ready.)
They’re so in love, guys.