legacy77
legacy77
kinky boy scout
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37+M - finance NSFW Adult Material. ASK me questions on life/investing/trading. Life is meant to be lived more excitingly. acts of random passion Good Girls are pretty little 🎁 to our world. Goddesses are the ones who run it. I adore both and act accordingly. this is a blog of beauty you matter. always 💙
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legacy77 · 8 days ago
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“A healthy relationship is where two independent people just make a deal that they will help the other person be the best version of themselves.”
— Unknown
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legacy77 · 8 days ago
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“We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.”
— Unknown
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legacy77 · 8 days ago
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Maybe I'm old fashioned but to me relationship is synonymous with free use. I just thought that it was a responsibility of each as a member of the joint venture. Working, zoom calls, washing dishes, gaming, sleeping... all fair game. 🙂
Genuinely so unfair that I wake up horny with no boy to satisfy me 😔😔 I wish whenever I woke up wet I could just roll over and grope a boy next to me and climb on top of him, slipping him inside me easily and riding him until I'm satisfied. I need a free use sub top 😭😭😭
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legacy77 · 8 days ago
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legacy77 · 3 months ago
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Apologies, babydoll - I just realized this may be too late. But tagged it as not to waste it. Maybe help someone else *in time*.
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Okay people who have had the coil pls hit me up because I’m in stupid amounts of pain and don’t know what to do
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legacy77 · 3 months ago
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Soon...
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legacy77 · 7 months ago
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legacy77 · 7 months ago
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A friend got me thinking on phonebooths. And how mythical they must feel to those that never knew them and how magical they are to those that remember them.
"I miss the idea of what phonebooths were, what they provided us.
There was this phone booth somewhere I forget growing up. It was old and wooden and in a wall. With an undersized bench that begged for creative positions. A pew maybe from an old church made for utility not comfort.
Smoothed rounded dark wood with people's inscriptions and doodles about. When I was in there talking, that's all that there was.
Whatever happenings on the outside were a non-event. Young kids would run by after one another that would remind me where I was geographically. When in reality, we were actually in some other, non-dimensional, shared plaine. Talking about nothing, feeling it was everything, like I was between space and time.
My finger tracing the deep cuts, meticulously driven as record in that dark rounded wood, connecting shapes as we spoke as if I was transcribing the most important conversation of my life."
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legacy77 · 8 months ago
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This tracks.
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legacy77 · 9 months ago
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legacy77 · 9 months ago
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legacy77 · 10 months ago
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Last Saturday could have been my last night alive.
Now after a week in the icu, I'm having my best Friday night... being able to eat a yogurt in a chair and watch Shawshank.
Try to live the life you have right now instead of saving joy for some perfect one.
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legacy77 · 11 months ago
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relinquishing ego is the hardest thing to explain to someone without one. But... There's freedom without.
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legacy77 · 11 months ago
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Telling your fantasy to someone, anyone.
Feels good. Try it.
Confession time...
Please re-blog this if it is okay to anonymously confess a fantasy to you.
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legacy77 · 11 months ago
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A snake story, based on an experience I had while I was in Florida.
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legacy77 · 11 months ago
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I want to host a dinner party about you just because. Invite all of our friends. I’ll slave all day in the kitchen making your favourite foods.
Once everyone starts wondering where you are and why you haven’t shown up yet, I’ll go back to my room to “grab something quick” and remember how I left you tied to my bed gagged because we wouldn’t want our guests to hear you moaning as I use you all throughout the party
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