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When they say "please" in that needy, whining tone and you just stare down at them with the most wicked grin asking "please what" just to drag it out of them

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fuck the thought of living together and having full access to your holes? just finger you casually while we watch movies, press my tongue against ur cunt just because I caught u looking extra pretty, keeping you stretched on my cock while we have company over, yes please god I’d use u so well and so often if I had full access to you

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Unfriendly reminder that if you think women are inherently submissive and/or inferior to men do not follow me. I want nothing to do with you

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His name is Kevin Bacon, thank you very much

“I hate fandom, it’s everywhere on this site,” Sir (gender-neutral) this is Tumblr, aka the Denny’s parking lot at 3 am of websites.

Of course, fandom is everywhere. Their tagline on the app store used to be “the home of fandom.” You’re the one who walked in here, you can walk yourself right back out.

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Excision (2012)

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I can’t think. My brain is so full. I just need to fuck someone until my head is clear. I miss making a woman quiver and shake

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In case you need this today

- you are not a failure - you are not a waste of space - you are loved - you are wanted - i believe in you - you can do it

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I don’t want to be alive any more. The world is cruel and wicked and evil is celebrated. I’m exhausted just by living.

I’m either going to become cruel myself or die trying. I can’t keep hoping for the best in people when all that the world cultivates is the worst.

I’m tired. I’m just going to live for me now. Until I can’t do that anymore.

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I’m craving that desperate “I miss you” sex, ya know rough and deep and passionate, very little time for foreplay, holding each other close trying desperately to strip but only getting just undressed enough to fuck still mostly clothed, those deep powerful thrusts mixed with heavy breathing and desperate moans saying how much you missed this while fucking them into the mattress sinking teeth deep into their neck and holding them tight as you cum inside them holding each other in and embrace as it leaks from their hole

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“Do you trust me?“

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i’m an angry person and i want to let it out and be an asshole but i’m also a nice person and i don’t want to actually hurt anyone’s feelings do u feel me

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Breaking Bad

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Fuck I need a blow job

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I’m so… tired. People make no sense. I’m talking to my car guy being like “hey, the shit won’t turn on”. And he’s like “probably the starter or the battery”. So I’m like cool, I’ll go buy a battery checker or whatever the fuck. I walk the the 30 fucking minutes to Walmart

Mind you, my legs are still in fuckin pain from being dragged by a car a fuckin week ago. Any way, I get to Walmart and ask the car fucks for voltage checker, which everything online calls it, and this fucker throws his shoulders and arms down like a toddler having a tantrum

So I’m like “I just gotta check to see if my battery is bad before I do anything else” and he finally points me toward something. I buy it, boom awesome. As I’m fuckin resting my aching legs, my car guys texts me “i have one, don’t buy anything”. Fuckin 2 hours later, becuase I waited a bit before walking to see if anyone would answer my texts asking for a ride, which no one did (which is a whole other rant). Well too fuckin late bud, I bought one! So I walk my happy ass home and text my battery, with the reader thing

And take a picture to keep my car guy in the loop. He says “shows the battery is above 12 volts”, fucking obviously! I can read. Im not a totally idiot. So I’m like “so that means it’s more likely a starter or alternator issue right?” And he say “I’d test the starter”.

Fuckin, how?? You know I don’t know anything about cars, and you clearly think I’m fucking stupid, so why not just tell me what to do?? Or offer to come check it for me or something.

If I didn’t need my car I’d fuckin sell it so I’d never have to deal with car people again.