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touching her was always important to me. I never could explain why. just little touches. my fingers against her shoulder. the outsides of our thighs touching as we sat next to each other on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I always needed to touch her. and even sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together, just plenty of hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other. and now I understand, every time we would touch it was like making love.

inspired by something beautiful (via oh-please-daddy-please)

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i hope common sense is the next cool trend

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@dennys why are you calling me at nearly 3am

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hey can you please tag your space posts with "space" or "space mention" ? seeing space really makes me anxious and i don't want to see it on my dashboard

no offense but if space makes you uncomfortable then i dont think following a blog that only posts about space is the best idea for you

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my mom asked what the d was and i told her doritos and she just told her boyfriend that she wants the d and i just

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“good job” i whisper to myself after doing absolutely nothing useful

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If we fuck with each other…I want to know, what it is, what it isn’t, what’s it gonna be & what’s it not gonna be, off the rip. So, I’m prepared, for anything. Really don’t have time to waste with ppl. We’re too grown for the bull shit.

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