I like sex in different areas.
..Secluded areas..public areas.
I like “position we just made up” sex.
I like “keep quiet” sex.
I like “ride my face” sex.
I like rough sex…
..Like “too sore for round 2” sex.
..Like bite marks, scratches & nail-digging, hair pulling, head-cradling sex.
I like passion, I like intensity; so my sex involves and needs the same.
"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in
another way to ruin a pop classic with teenage angst. Cyndi Lauper would be turning in her freshly dug grave
ah yEs, those angsty teenage years when overdramatic girls go through that oh-so-trivial phase of believing they deserve fundamental human rights a hah ha *wipes a stray tear of mirth*
Cyndi Laupers not even dead
Cyndi Lauper is a long-time activist for human rights and would most likely be holding the damn sign herself
16 shades of beach - samples of sand taken from 16 different beaches on the Isles of Lewis and Harris.
when you accidentally open your front camera
"if you like someone, just tell them!"
is the worst piece of shit advice you can give to anyone