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i love stuffing…

 

 

My thanksgiving is perpetual.

— Henry David Thoreau —

literally…

literally

 

 

I can literally feel this.
(ohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck)
Cum to me now.
(ohpleasepleasepleaseplease)

 

 

you always get…

the best view.

the best view

you can’t. not yet. so don’t…

“What does it take to inspire you?”
He asked.
“I need to fall in love,” she replied.
“Surely there must be an easier way,”
he retorted.

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“Why, I have already fallen in love twice today,” she answered,

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“First, when I set my eyes upon the
ever precipitous mountains that surround us,
guarding us like the skin that stretches along our bones,
and second,
with the uncertainty in your voice when you asked
if there is anything easier than falling in love.”

— n. o. —

how simple we seem…

we turn into poetry

In a field. With the moon.
And the dark. And the dirt.
With your mouth. And just one word:
god god god.

— Daphne Gottlieb —

how simple we seem

as near as possible…

as near as possible
Once the realization is accepted that
even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue,
a wonderful living side by side can grow,
if they succeed in loving the distance between them
which makes it possible for each to see
the other whole against the sky.


— Rainer Maria Rilke

something tells me…

He offers to bite my nipples through my shirt.
I offer to fuck him until his sweet cum sighs through me,
making me hunger for more.

Something tells me this could be a win-win kind of sitch-ee-ation.

win-win

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