i’m so pliable soft compliant
so docile nice and reverent
don’t you want to adore me
don’t you want to have more of me?
it’ll never ever be enough
you horrible sick fuck

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i’m so pliable soft compliant
so docile nice and reverent
don’t you want to adore me
don’t you want to have more of me?
it’ll never ever be enough
you horrible sick fuck
Poor girl in love
Brunette, slim and trim, perky, hopes up but also visibly uncertain. Walks up the stone path to the country house and knocks on the door. We see what’s inside – a man and another woman in embrace. He opens the door, sees who it is, grabs a suitcase sitting by the door and throws it out. Slams the door in the poor girl’s face. “So, where were we?” he throws at the blonde inside. Always throwing something.
– James Steerforth (© 2024)
Based on a preview of the Klondike Adventures video game I get to see way more often than I like when trying to play Microsoft Solitaire. The picture above is a low-quality screenshot from the preview.
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As an ot8 atiny my mood/bias really depends on the day... TODAY ALL I WANT IS JONGHO HARD HOUR EDITS, BUT TT HAS SO LITTLE😭😭🫠
the absolute AUDACITY of someone to misspell my name on a reply to my discussion board post
All I have to say is... how dare he
To His Inconstant Mistress
Thomas Carew, puffed up, and feeling most put out by the temerity of a woman...
When thou, poor Excommunicate From all the joys of Love, shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me, Then curse thine own inconstancy! A fairer hand than thine shall cure That heart which thy false oaths did wound; And to my soul a soul more pure Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound, And both with equal glory crown'd. Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain To Love, as I did once to thee; When all thy tears shall be as vain As mine were then: for thou shalt be Damn'd for thy false apostasy.