She Let Me Hit Cause I Support My Public Library

i’m being silenced

i hate this app actually

ᢉ𐭩 guys is it just me or am i confused and WEIRDED OUT when i see sevika fics and the author refer to her as " ur husband " (maybe its just the fics im reading) ..

ᢉ𐭩 sameee thing with ellie fics tbh are we allergic to saying wife now.. i hope ya'll know its LEGAL now!! 💕💕

edit: hey guys erm i just read the comments today and thanks for telling me that this is preference!! thx for educated me nicely :D!

anyways masc women dms are open

and legs!!

website

dominant things you can say during sex

i didnt hear what you said

hold on i need to blow my nose

wow

i feel kind of nauseous

is this anything

i don't know

this kind of reminds me of that one song

we can probably ignore that noise if you want to

why is my sock wet

it smells bad in here

that was weird

where are my glasses

ow

this is normal

sorry

just 2 chill people chilling

this is cool

can you say that again

are we good

youre actually naked

Lesbian Subaru ads from the mid 90s/early 2000s

i love hunter Schaefer but her post about nonbinary people from a few years ago was insanely weird and it still is

And in this world, we have so much love left to give. But we keep it rationed inside the crevices of old corpses. Morbid curiosity, like an owl watching it’s prey. How the rats scurry over the barren forest floor fighting to feast. There is always one runt left cuddling the carrion, burying to keep warm in the rotten flesh. Starving it’s self for comfort until the corpse turns to bone and the only choice is to eat it’s own limbs. Animalistic, opportunistic, it’s instinctual to devour ourselves. Blunt teeth chittering against brittle bones. The owl could swoop from where it’s perched, take the sorry rat into it’s claws in one fellow swoop. But it wont, for now, the summers are growing harsher, there’s an aching pit in her stomach too. Leave it too long and you’ll grow anxious without it. Soft flesh like overripe fruit, we gorge on ourselves sick on the taste of our own skin. Better mine than yours, better yours than mine. You never asked to be the vermin, they only labeled you that way. So you can either eat the pesticides or eat yourself. I never asked to be the predator, they only bred me this way. It's survival of the fittest. You will eat yourself, and I will eat you. I want to live, I want to live, I want to live.