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Small Talk | The Story So Far

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it’s getting hot in here

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so take off all your clothes

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whore

hate nudes on my dash

shit my mom was behind me

Ina-pro-tato.

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vurtual: Black Friday Rainbow (by Dan McManus)
vurtual: Salto del Angel (by Cathy Beloeil)
staypozitive: Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. 
jackieeatssky: the-i-in-hiatus:placeboprincess: tastes like free healthcare   tastes like FREEDOM  tastes like moose tastes like leprechauns Taste’s like you only sweeter Sometimes I fucking hate tumblr. Other times ^this