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There is no greater feeling then you being on top of me, leaning back to get that satisfaction. Watching your body bend, feeling your muscles tighten and relax at the same time. Running my hands along your waist caressing every amazing curve and feeling the warmth of your skin as we touch hearing you gasp for air and pulling you closer to me. The feeling of love is heavy in the air and for that moment it’s just you and I, as close as we can get. Then afterwards lying in our own sweat and cum, cuddling and touching, whispering about our love and small nothings. That is the feeling of the pure ecstasy that you give me, all the time. I just see you and I am instantly filled with excitement and desire.
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I don't want to be alive.
Remember that cute little thing I've mentioned, what's that word. Actually, word seems like the wrong noun. I'd say more like name, what's the name of the thing that comes out when I'm all alone? The thing I somehow inherited from that one thing that took my children and ruined my life. What do we call the demon that comes out and terrorizes me the second you mention leaving, and only gets stronger from there. Why is he so good at hiding when your around. I wouldn't say that he's shy, I mean he makes appearences left and right.
He constantly brings me down, makes me feel like I'm not worth the effort. He constantly reminds me of the hurtful stuff everyone says. He some how makes everything seem like it involves me, and like everyone's against me. He loves pushing people away. He's always ready to fight over the smallest things.
What's his name? Why does he fill my mind with all these "what ifs" and make them seem like it's the most real thing. Why does he always look for ways to make what you say hurt. He's always looking for that sweet, filling pain. He makes everything seem so black and white. He always finds a way to win our fights. He always knows where I hide the bottles, and he really knows how to be a salesman when it comes to the partial relief those bottles bring.
Some call him Anxiety, I call him Logan.
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This is for you
For anyone who got up today even though they didn't want to, for those who kept pushing without knowing why. The people who all got there one last chance, or those who decided today something is changing. The ones who gave someone that last chance, or decided that they weren't worth it. The people who laid in bed all day instead of eating a bottle of pills, and the people who got everything they had planned to done. You're doing a great job, and you're making someone proud... sorry if this makes no sense.. it seemed better in my head
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I needed to see this. It would've been better a few months ago, but better late then never.
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Tech help
Okay, so I have a pc. Just some run of the mill hp. It's got an Amd a8 5500 and Raedon graphics. running at 3.2 ghz, 8 gb ram. No HDMI, just vga. At the moment I have it hooked up to my 65" (not so) smart 4k tv. I want to run cables (either through the room on the floor or through in wall ethernet) via a splitter and dongle about 15 feet to a desk and another moniter and some USB type interface for keyboard and mouse, so that when someone wants to watch tv I can go sit at the desk and play games or whatever.. can someone help me figure out the best way to go about this as cheaply but still functional as possible?
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My Princess
I'm laying here next to you, your on YouTube, and I'm rubbing the back of your amazingly soft leg thinking about 20 minutes ago, holding you against me, us kissing every time our lips touch, The nuzzling, you trying to figure out how I look into both of your amazing eyes at once. I'm so in love you it's crazy. Every little thing you do drives me absolutely wild. Your smile is what keeps me going, your laugh can solve any of my issues, your skin is a drug. I can't go without you, and I'm so happy I don't have to anymore . I love you so much baby girl!
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Anxiety sucks, I'll be so proud of myself. Thinking I've been fighting it and winning, thinking I'm giving it all I've got, wearing myself out. Then the smallest things happen, I'm 100% certain you'll come back, and as soon as you leave it hits me like a train. Right back at the beginning
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prompt: describe yourself in one sentence. this is mine–what’s yours? reblog and add your sentence!
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