Let’s take it from the start. Who the Fuck am i?

@alexmapas

My thoughts are clawing their way to my mouth,

But never taking that last step out.

They get trapped on my tongue,

And swallowed into my stomach.

I feel them sitting there.

Weighing me down.

Twisting and turning into knots.

Knots that can never be undone.

Knots that will tie, untie and retie themselves

For the rest of my days.

- Making rope out of reason

just because the pussy’s wet doesn’t mean you shouldn’t spit on it anyway

louder

— Tom Bodett

Good morning

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thinking of him growling, “You're my fucking girl. All fucking mine." while pumping me with multiple loads of cum <3

Fuckin swear

us?

I hate giving up on people but I hate forcing shit even more.

To thelw auto

♠️.

Jacques Rivette, ‘La Belle Noiseuse’. 1991.

Bill Withers in 1972, playing “Ain’t No Sunshine”

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