I don't want to push, but you gotta stand up for yourself. I can't overstep, as much as I'd like to, because I know it hurts you if I do it. So you gotta do it, for the sake of what we have now, you must confront that past so that it can never control your destiny ever again
I hate filling this role
sit on it for me
Your warm skin against my chest, your hand grazes under my chin as we lean in for a kiss. Not a thought is shared, not a voice is heard. Only desire itself is palpable between our lips.
She was standing there in her tight pants, the cotton stretched around her ass. Approaching from behind her I pin her between me and the bench top, feeling her body. 'You know you want this, Love.' She steals a glance of me before my hand takes her breath away, an even exchange. but it's not enough.
Should I publish a novel I'm making?
A chinken.
chinken.
A photo of a dry leaf on the grass, with water droplets on its surface highlighting the ventricles within the leafs structure.
I took this picture of a leaf a while ago :)
Me too honey :(
Uhhhh... so is this mental health twitter? I thought twitter was bad for peoples mental health, so this is like Anti-twitter?
Sick! :D
