Tiny Hedgehog Goes Camping, And His Pics Are The Best Thing Youâll See Today
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Tiny Hedgehog Goes Camping, And His Pics Are The Best Thing Youâll See Today
holy fucking shit.
me seeing the word lesbian has the same effect as a dog hearing the word treat
2 years old kid: *runs*
family: looks like heâs going to be an athlete
me as a defence attorney: [mouthing âgirl this is bullshitâ to the judge as the prosecutor talks]
judge: [shaking her head and mouthing âI know babyâ]
raccoons and their⊠little hands
âIs there friendly fire?â I ask to my teammate who is about to get very mad
corn right corn at corn light
first corn i see tonight
Lilacs
"I simply cannot smell the scent of lilacs and not be distressed!" she cried, linking her arm through his as they strolled through the garden.
"Why, my dear, whatever for?" he asked, bewildered, but also besmitten.
"They remind me of my mother. She died when I was two, leaving me to care for my seven brothers and sisters. It is for that reason that I seem like such an old soul, so deep and caring. But oh! how I wish the smell to cease!"
"My darling," he replied, turning her to face him, causing her golden ringlets to fly about her angelic face. "If I could, I would rip every lilac from this garden. For you!"
She smiled. "Don't make such brash declarations," she reprimanded. "Simply covering the smell with one more sweet, more happy, would please me infinitely."
"How about roses?" he asked gently.Â
"Roses? I do love roses," she answered.
"Then," he said tenderly, "this is for you."Â
Pppffffffffffffffffffffffffffftttttttttttttttttttt
The moment was ruined.
Glass
Delicately, he caressed her shoulders, holding her gently in his arms. She was so innocent and dainty, so perfect. As delicate and flawless as glass. He was afraid that if he squeezed her too hard, she would shatter into a million a million pieces, along with his heart.Â
"I'm a person, John!" his delicate angel cried. "A real person! Not something made of glass! Can't you see that?!"
He blinked and awoke from his fantasy.
The moment was ruined.
Never Before
Passionately, they embraced, sending her into a whirlwind of emotions. She knew he had been with other girls, but she was special. This was special. She was "the one."Â
Desperately, she clung to him, tearing at his clothes, pulling his hair, needing to be so close that nobody would know where one finished and the other began.
"Take me like you've never taken anybody before!" she growled.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, gentle even in passion.Â
She answered not with words, but with kisses. Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.
Complying, he stuck his dick in her ear.
The moment was ruined.Â
Stars
"I've never seen the stars so bright," she whispered, afraid she would shatter the silence of the night if she spoke any louder. The stars weren't any brighter than normal, but she thought they were because she was in love. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"Yes," he replied throatily. "You are. I mean, I mean, they are."
She turned to him, her heart fluttering like a butterfly in the breeze. This was her moment.Â
Softly, music drifted toward them, seeming to come from the stars themselves. She took a breath.
"There were birds in the air, but I never heard them singing! No, I never heard them at all 'til there was--"
"What are you doing?" he interrupted.
The music screeched to a halt like a record scratch, and she stopped singing.
The moment was ruined.
Ginger
They sat in the Impala, looking out over the city, the tiny lights below them flickering like fairies. Fairies that were chained up and therefore stationary. A metaphor for the direction she feared their relationship was going. Which was nowhere.Â
âWhere are we going?â she asked him, leaning in close and running her fingers through his ginger hair.Â
âWherever you want, Baby,â he replied sensuously.Â
âHere,â she answered. âI want to go to here.âÂ
âThatâs fine by me,â he said, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips before those lips were pressed against hers.Â
Leaning back to take a breath, she noticed he had removed his pants, revealing that the carpet did indeed match the curtains.Â
She giggled.
The moment was ruined.
Desert of Time
His hand reached to her, across the ocean of difference, the forest of despair, and the desert of time, all symbolic of the obstacles between them. His tousled, salt-and-pepper hair, so majestic and telling of the hardships he had faced to get here, to her, shifted in the breeze.Â
"I love you like I've never loved anyone before," she whispered, taking his hand.
"And I you," he replied, pulling her close and gazing down on her.
"We shall never be apart!" she declared spontaneously. "As soon as I get my license--"
"Wait," he interrupted, holding her at arm's length. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen. Why?"
The moment was ruined.Â
Fire & Ice
She gazed at him, her eyes full of passion and desire, flaming like the flames of forbidden fruit. His icy glare stared right back, frozen like the frost of frozen foods.
"Take me," she whispered, sultry in her flaming innocence. "This may be our only chance for love!"
"It's too dangerous!" he exclaimed, turning away from her in despair.
Taking her last chance, she reached for him, pulling him into the most sensual kiss either had ever experienced. He couldn't help himself. Overcome with passion, his hands tangled in her hair, stroked her back, and caressed her tender, quivering breasts.
"Ow, I told you, they're tender," she said.
The moment was ruined.Â