I Think It’s Safe To Say That America Is No Longer Just A Dictatorship Of The Bourgeoisie But A Very

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I need this. I need it so bad.

Hi. Angel on your shoulder here. It's totally ok to kill that guy

Third base is getting stabbed in the stomach and slumping forward with your chin on their shoulder and blood dripping from your mouth

the potion seller discourse is insane. cop walks into a chemist's lab and demands pure undiluted morphine. chemist says hey i don't make this for human consumption. cop insists repeatedly, crying, shitting himself. in no way is the potion seller in the wrong here.

I’m starting to think some of y’all haven’t actually felt the rain on your skin… which is crazy because no one else can feel it for you

Daria and Jane and being gay in the 90s

these are fun looking

Leave some titty for the rest of us 😭 or take turns with them at least 🤭🤤

girl with perfect breasts who really should’ve taken her makeup off last night

You deserve to be kissed until the world melts away—until nothing exists but the warmth of her lips against yours, the soft press of her body, the slow, intoxicating rhythm of hands tracing over curves that finally feel like they belong to you. You deserve the way she breathes your name like a prayer, like an answer to a question neither of you ever had to ask. The way her fingers skim over your skin, teasing, learning, cherishing, until you feel less like a person and more like something divine, something worthy of devotion.

You deserve the stolen glances that turn into lingering stares, the way she tugs you close by the collar of your shirt, her smirk daring, her voice teasing. The way she whispers, low and full of promise, how beautiful you are, how you drive her crazy, how she’s been waiting for this moment since the first time she saw you, shifting nervously in a dress that finally felt like home. You deserve the laughter between breathless kisses, the playful tug of her teeth against your lip, the way her hands settle on your hips with a possessiveness that makes your knees weak.

You deserve to be wanted like this, to be loved not just for who you are now, but for every part of you that led to this moment. Every choice, every struggle, every whispered wish to finally feel right in your own skin—it all led here, to her, to the way she looks at you like you’re the most breathtaking thing she’s ever seen. You deserve to be adored, to be touched with reverence and reckless abandon, to be known in every sense of the word. And gods, you deserve to be kissed like she’ll never get enough.