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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.
The night sky I get to see every evening when I get home from work.
(Source: saint--blog-blog)
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 :)
Hallstatt.
Photo by Federico De Angelis
(Please don’t remove the credits)
Blossoming Almond Branch in a Glass with a Book
(via @lonequixote)
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I feel too much
I feel nothing.
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