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I’m going through a spicy little ✨mental health crisis✨

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still alive. still heartbroken.

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We were together. I forget the rest.

source: annalaura_art

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suckingham phallus

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simabossneko

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how has nobody posted this today

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Miola Ceramics on Etsy

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“One day my youngest daughter wanted to dance. So she put on her sister’s old ballet stuff, and started running around the room. She’s only two, so she’s not fast. But there was a moment when I tried to chase her, and I was immediately out of breath. That’s what brought me in for my first test. The oncologist told me not to google the diagnosis. But I did it anyway, and I learned how aggressive it is. My mind immediately went to my kids. The social worker told us how to give them the news, be honest, find a comfortable setting. But mainly just be honest. We sat them down in the family room, and I don’t even remember what we said to them. Physically I was there, but in my head I was way down the road, looking at the future. Can anyone else love them like me? Can anyone else make them feel safe? Will they be OK without a father? Sometimes I go so far down that road. But my wife and I have this agreement. It’s fine to feel down, and cry. But you just can’t stay in that hole. You have to come back out, and find something positive to focus on. And for me it’s always been our kids. They’re beautiful kids. They’re intelligent, they’re loving. And maybe I’m not going to see them graduate, or dance at their wedding. But right now I’m still able to coach their soccer teams. I can still read them books. So that’s what I’m focusing on. I’m dragging out bedtime just a little bit longer, so we can have a few more minutes every night. Sometimes we’ll go through old videos and pictures on my phone. It’s something we’ve always done. They love looking at themselves when they were super young. But it’s a different experience now. Not different for them, but different for me. I used to look at those old pictures, and think: ‘Yah, we had a great time.’ But now I really see them. Everything that’s being displayed: the joy, the unconditional love. All of it. There’s one picture that always makes me stop. It was taken one week after my diagnosis. I’m with my oldest daughter, at a father/daughter dance in the cafeteria of her preschool. I remember that night so well. We’re dancing in the photo. But I’m not holding her hands, like everyone else. I’m holding onto all of her.”

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happy suck her off saturday. theres no other events today

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my gf just ripped some ungodly ass that had my eyes watering i mean absolutely noxious it was so bad i made her leave the bedroom until she was done and i opened the window and shoved my head out so i didn’t throw up breathing in the tainted air of our once peaceful bedroom.

anyways once it dissipated and i got back into bed she walked back in and looked me in the eyes and said “sorry for farty rocking 🥺”

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