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thoughts I had while fucking you;

good, so good.

yeah, just like that.

wait.

what the fuck is that

is that a dimple… on the top of my thigh?

how did the cellulite migrate its way up here?

oh my god,

my stomach.

it’s so big. it’s just hanging there.

what can he see from there?

my back

how fat does my back look? do you think it seems skinny from up there?

no, I definitely have rolls.

he can see my cellulite and rolls.


just. like. that.

ghoulshavemorefun:

The night sky I get to see every evening when I get home from work.

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i don’t like to play games:

don’t text him, you texted him first last time

check your phone on repeat

did he answer? don’t text him.

send him a picture of a puppy, he’ll answer you

ignore him he’s not into you

you’re not into him

you’re into him

he just got out of a relationship

you told him you don’t get feelings easily, you did this to yourself

oh, he answered :)

freelanderadventures:

Hallstatt.


Photo by Federico De Angelis
(Please don’t remove the credits)

lonequixote:

Vincent van Gogh

Blossoming Almond Branch in a Glass with a Book

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both-sidesnow:

I feel too much
I feel nothing.

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